things to avoid when alone...

1.  Petfinder
2.  See's pink coconut bon bons
3.  "Lassie Come Home"


I'm just getting started....    

St. Johns, Newfoundland

Every time I look at this photo, I think St. Johns must be inhabited only 1) by architects who 2) collaborate with artists.  This image speaks volumes.  I'm not sure what it's saying but  perhaps it's about the way of life.  Fear no colorful houses.


I've always wanted to live in coastal NF.  But then again, I could live coastal anywhere.  Stay tuned, I have a plan.

I want to be a cowgirl...

I saw my first "real" cowboy the other day; big horse, big white hat, a red bandana, a dog and lots of steers.  It was one of those Hallmark moments or at least enough that made me want to be a cowgirl. 

If you haven't had this experience then you should visit Arizona.  In addition to cowboys and cattle, there are acres of orange and lemon trees, fresh corn, extraordinary cactus, homemade tortillas, on and on and on.

Road Trip

26mar - leaving the forks and you may trust me when I say I found nothing grand about the entire city.  The community and its residents are oddly isolated, somewhat detached from reality, unaware of what lies beyond the city line, suffering from a lack of vision, completely void of imagination and heavily insured against taking any artistic risk.  Yep, that about sums it up.

27mar arrive CO and the Welcoming Arms Hotel

30mar departure

31mar arrive Santa Fe, out for Chinese

01apr arrive Mesa et ma famille

And now, the search begins, I mean, resumes

This is Henry, aka, Henry the Bully

Henry's day  -

Find mud, roll in mud
Scare the cats
Eat cheese (favorite is Swiss)
Avoid the bathtub
Chase the cats
Bark at anything/everything
Eat biscuits
Run and jump on the bed after goal #1
Eat the cats' food
Bite truck tires, moving or stopped
Sleep with anyone, except the cats

Henry and I have been together almost 5 years, he knows my habits, I know his.  He gives me unconditional love, I give him poached eggs on Sundays (he calls it Egg Day).

He didn't show...

Dream dating...

Last night I dreamed I was on a date with Billy Joel.  Truthfully, I wouldn't know Billy Joel from Billy Idol, but in my dream we were walking around, talking to no one in particular and just enjoying each other's company.  When I woke this morning, I went straight to my computer, typed in Billy Joel and sure enough, he was who he said he was. 

Tonight, I'm going to try for Don Henley.

More job rejections in today's mail, the good side is, at least someone writes.  About one week until departure and I will be on my way home, back to my bed, my yard, my renovation-in-waiting.  I'm not real keen on doing this trip alone but then again, it will be just one more road adventure.

Several years ago I decided to visit my friend Edna in Denver, I was in Knoxville at the time.   Edna was still with Delta so I asked if she'd like to fly out and drive back together, I thought it would be terrific to have someone share the driving.  Like always, she was up for anything and quickly agreed.  She flew into TYS, I had the car packed and we hit the road right from the airport.  After a couple of hundred miles I told her that any time she wanted to drive to speak up and she said, "Oh, didn't I tell you, I don't know how to drive a manual shift".

Earlier this evening I had tea with Dyan, a Grand Forks' artist whose talent far exceeds the geography but she does have great gallery connections on both coasts.  I like this person alot; she's  easy to talk to and is a very kind and attentive listener and we're about the same age.  Oh, and we both have new ears.