A Portrait of Lefty and Park Benches
What a furrowed brow, computer pounding, carpel-tunnel inducing, neck straining, eyeball popping, flat assed kind of day. While I got a lot done, I have little of note to say for myself.
What a furrowed brow, computer pounding, carpel-tunnel inducing, neck straining, eyeball popping, flat assed kind of day. While I got a lot done, I have little of note to say for myself.
OK, so I think I have figured it out. I am not fighting off a cold, I am in fact denying being 50, and production kicks my ass and I am bone tired. Big sigh.
And I am in a bigger pickle than I feel like I have ever been in.
This is what Lee Anne just said to me so I could get going on posting this so I could get up in about ten minutes, oh I mean tomorrow, and do it all over again. Lee Anne is assisting me on the de Young shoot and is spending the night as we need to [...]
I woke up with the dreaded; “Uh, oh, don’t feel good” wished I could’ve stayed in bed forever. The crappy feeling has not gone away as I scuttled from one thing to the next today. I keep asking myself, “Is it in my head?” and then I do something like walk a block a feel [...]
Today is the 9th anniversary of my mother’s terminal diagnosis. It was a wild day, back in 2001, from picking her up, knowing she was sick, to being admitted into emergency from a doctors office, to the haircut I got while I was waiting for tests, from her hearing her own diagnosis from a sloppy [...]
My friend Virginia’s Mom died last night and while it is so unbearably sad, there is a collective sigh of release in so many ways and on so many levels.
