April 18, 2008

Its a rainy morning in Donna and about the perfect time to honor my re-commitment to the art or lousy hobby of part-time writing. Be it a blessing or a curse I have not the chance to devote myself to this effort full-time. I have just hours here and there to give a shot and then complain that my lack of success is due to equal lack of time. This is not true. Ideas and persons and most things will fly if you put them out there and give them a hard enough push, a showy enough sell. Then there are those artists who don't push to hard - they become famous after their death. Way too late to gratify that need to be acknowledged.

I have had a few ideas in the past 24 hours about what to write about. One was a girl filing papers to divorce her father in a church she never joined. The other was just an essay about Ruby, the young girl we've befriended at the laundry. Her story will fill out later though, I'm sure. Perhaps if we go to her Quincenera, as she invited us yesterday. All the folks from the laundromat will be going. One idea I had awhile ago was something about a psychiatrist driving his daughter to insanity - but I forget how it was going to happen. Ah well - these things will come. That's why I am back here to the process of blogging, of getting these non-legalese words onto screen - so I can see them - a promise that they exist and will still come when I need them.

This weekend is a calm one - a front is blowing through and the rain will lift (Its the first rainy day in months) and then it will be sunny and warm. I did all my chores yesterday so today is merely enjoying, well, whatever it is I decide to enjoy. We've assembled quite a collection of potential hobbies now - oil painting, guitar and violin, the landscaping, cards and games, computer games, my quilts, his reading, cooking. We are jacks of all trades and hopefully we will master some at some point.

I've been thinking more and more about NY in a month and a year from now. In one month I visit. In one year its possible I could move there. Nevermind that next week I visit Austin for a conference, then the next to San Diego, then a couple after, Mexico. All I'm thinking about are cupcakes from Amy's, Coffee from Irving, and wandering small around the corners of great buildings.

Ah.

Its a rainy morning here. I've got to get to the car dealership, then to work, and see what else I can get done before the weekend. Time is flying. Weekends begin with weekdays, it seems. Everything turns into each other so fast. Theres so much living to be done - there's hardly time to think about it.