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Thursday, August 7, 2008
. . . "holed up" yesterday
I feel like I didn't do a lot yesterday. . . not much in the way of art or painting anything, anyway. One of the dangers of getting myself cleaned up first thing in the morning is that I hate to do anything for the rest of the day that will disturb my make-up, unpaint-stained clothes, and clean hair. That's why I usually clean up before bedtime, and wake up with bed hair, looking like crap anyway, and just get to work. However, yesterday, I cleaned myself up first thing and took off to find Matt his birthday present.
Matt told me he wanted bedside table, which cracked up his dad. . . ten years ago, we wouldn't have ever imagined that Matt would want furniture for his birthday. It's actually kind of hard to believe now. But he did not want one of the pieces I was painting. . . of course not, that would have been entirely too easy. I knew this bedside table would never become a family heirloom, so I found a nice one at Target . . . they really have some good looking stuff at Target, don't they?
While I was there, I also purchased: a new floor mat for the new front steps, a new big hairclip to replace the ten-year-old one that I broke; some new coated rubber bands for my working hairdo of a ponytail, a pair of slip-on canvas shoes and a pair of black and pink rubber shower sandals to replace the old pair that I wear constantly in the summer. I can't stand flip-flops because the little thingie between my toes always gives me blisters. Absolutely everything but the bedside table was on sale.
Half-Price Books is right by Target, and since I cannot pass a bookstore without browsing, I spent some time in there, purchasing (this is awful, I know) 8 books. Nothing too deep or thought-provoking, just novels to waste time reading and enjoying. I'm kind of into mysteries and court-room dramas. Back in my early working days, I spent several years being a Secretary-Bailiff to a District Court Judge (yeah, I had to say the "Hear ye, hear ye, this court is now in session, the Honorable ** presiding. Please rise.") I was in charge of the jury whenever they were not in the courtroom, and just did various other things for the judge and the jury. So courtroom dramas are interesting to me. I like to see if my experiences are similar to those represented in novels. I sat through probably about three or four murder trials, but some of the civil trials were so boring that the jury and I had trouble staying awake.
The above photographs were all taken at the old cemetery in Kansas City, Missouri, and are of various headstones or memorials. I love the colors and the textures.