The Day After Thanksgiving
I woke up very alone.
Not only in my life, but in my home. Lee is gone and my neighbors, above and below are gone. My roommate is gone until early next month.
Alone.
I stayed home alone last night. I couldn’t see my way to anywhere that I didn’t know all the people at the table and feel compelled to chat. So I stayed home, ate a solid home cooked meal, a bit too much ice cream and wine. I watched the 3rd episode of Mad Men and learned that it can be cool and good to fold in your own political agendas—they are bringing in the Jewish Israeli thing, and I have to say, it is pretty good. Then I watched the Simpson Movie. Very smart, but never laughed.
Went to bed too late and set the alarm a little too early.
Got a lot of work done today, and feeling like the change that big shifts and decisions evoke is underway. Slow, simmering, underground, bubbling to the surface in an unorganized way right now, but big movements to what’s next.
Blah, blah, blah.
Sat at my desk all day and paper surfed through small piles.
Realized I need to get a grant in by Monday at 5pm.
Took Lefty to the park and she ran her head off.
Shot at the de Young tonight and saw some not very good work, but ironically work that will make great excerpts for our films and was fun and easy to shoot.
Came home and got Lefty and ran down to Mike Dingle’s installation closing, and once again she ran and ran and ran, and stole the show as the sweet middle aged men played Jimmy Hendrix’s tunes.
I love Lefty so much. The more I love and trust her the more she is loveable and trustworthy.
Despite all being OK, I am sad and lonely.
I hope Lee is OK on the road, he has not called on his drive to Canada in the ‘71 bug, and I think I need to wait for him to call me.
Going to bed.
Took pictures of the post rain, sunset sky today. I am learning there is always so much to take pictures of.
