also on the balcony

also on the balcony: do you see the brontosaurus? (don’t remember the new name)

just finished “midnight library” by matt haig, a novel about a woman visiting parallel universe possibilities, based on regrets. sitting out on my wonderful balcony on a chilly (but comfortable with a blanket) spring evening and the thought came to me that this was a cross of scrooge and “it’s a wonderful life.” not critical here, but an interesting thought. would love to hear your feedback if you’ve read it.

also on the balcony: everything is a metaphor.

also on the balcony: a blog is another word for self-censored diary. don’t want to say hurtful things that you think when it’s public and anyone (the soon-to-be hurt person) can see it. scott would get angry not when i discussed our lives with others, but if i put it on social media, he would get pissed. cause then his friends would know and there was an image to keep up. god, he’d be so mad at me for putting that.

my table is done. and i know if i put the work into it, i could find a buyer. but i just don’t want to put the work into it. that’s the problem. so maybe i’ll just enter it in some exhibits and try to sell it that way. wanna see the process? actually kinda cool.

and the finished product: “evolution”

been a while, i know. the desire to want to write has been there, but not the actual desire to write. but, just like exercising, whenever i do it, i feel good. and feeling good is as appropriate a reason for living as any other. that’s what i tell myself when i think of all the horrible things happening to people the world over, while i sit here on my beautiful balcony in my wonderful house in my rich-as-rockerfeller neighborhood on a cozy spring night in march of 2021. there’s so much there, you know? you know.