Saturday nights and Sunday mornings…

I spent Saturday night with a glass of shiraz and a sketchpad – had spent the day dog sitting for a client, there was not much left of it after I dropped the dog back with his owners. Somehow the little guy survived the world of nervous herding dogs even while we were confined inside with a plethora of rawhide bones to rustle up and guard from interlopers.

There was no way I could go outside — I spent about five minutes sitting in sun before I ran back inside. Mosquitoes…have enjoyed most of my summer without them but now they are here, are they ever, everywhere present. To venture outside looks like an Off commercial – I will crash the car attempting to squash the 20 or so that come in with me every time I race out and jump in it to go somewhere. I am convinced I can hear their collective buzzzzzzzzzz outside.

I used to bike through this neighborhood before I lived here – I thought is was such a cute, quaint neighborhood with all the screened in porches. Ahhh note to self – as I now realize the reason for so many screened in porches.

Where is Sante Fe? – I cannot imagine mosquitoes are a part of the landscape, give me tarantulas anytime… I will learn to shake out my shoes for scorpians.

Reading “The Poisonwood Bible” which I am enjoying a great deal — I needed to get about a third into the book to really begin to turn the pages and skip meals but now I am there. A great read. Have not read Kingsolver before she writes some beautiful lines they usually appear right at the end of the chapter pushing me forward.

Lines like this…“I knew it was only shadow and the angle of the sun, but still it’s frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.”

A beautiful young woman loaned it to me, we are exchanging books, music and I think looks. The age difference seems nearly obscene – friends say “Janet go”, another asks me “that beautiful woman with the dark hair”. “Yes”. “You go there”. I remember Kinnell “it is sweet, take it, it leaves”

It’s best to listen and not to fight with your friends – I read, I draw, I make pots and listen to Katie Sawicki every morning singing at the top of my lungs. Her music is absolutely beautiful, stunning lyrics rich with meaning.

I am off to walk the dogs, to the gym, to classes, and will see if I can get some friends to go out to dinner tonight – as I have spent too much time communing with creatures on four legs instead of two.

Enjoy your Sunday-
janet

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Saturday nights and Sunday mornings…

I spent Saturday night with a glass of shiraz and a sketchpad – had spent the day dog sitting for a client, there was not much left of it after I dropped the dog back with his owners. Somehow the little guy survived the world of nervous herding dogs even while we were confined inside with a plethora of rawhide bones to rustle up and guard from interlopers.

There was no way I could go outside — I spent about five minutes sitting in sun before I ran back inside. Mosquitoes…have enjoyed most of my summer without them but now they are here, are they ever, everywhere present. To venture outside looks like an Off commercial – I will crash the car attempting to squash the 20 or so that come in with me every time I race out and jump in it to go somewhere. I am convinced I can hear their collective buzzzzzzzzzz outside.

I used to bike through this neighborhood before I lived here – I thought is was such a cute, quaint neighborhood with all the screened in porches. Ahhh note to self – as I now realize the reason for so many screened in porches.

Where is Sante Fe? – I cannot imagine mosquitoes are a part of the landscape, give me tarantulas anytime… I will learn to shake out my shoes for scorpians.

Reading “The Poisonwood Bible” which I am enjoying a great deal — I needed to get about a third into the book to really begin to turn the pages and skip meals but now I am there. A great read. Have not read Kingsolver before she writes some beautiful lines they usually appear right at the end of the chapter pushing me forward.

Lines like this…“I knew it was only shadow and the angle of the sun, but still it’s frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.”

A beautiful young woman loaned it to me, we are exchanging books, music and I think looks. The age difference seems nearly obscene – friends say “Janet go”, another asks me “that beautiful woman with the dark hair”. “Yes”. “You go there”. I remember Kinnell “it is sweet, take it, it leaves”

It’s best to listen and not to fight with your friends – I read, I draw, I make pots and listen to Katie Sawicki every morning singing at the top of my lungs. Her music is absolutely beautiful, stunning lyrics rich with meaning.

I am off to walk the dogs, to the gym, to classes, and will see if I can get some friends to go out to dinner tonight – as I have spent too much time communing with creatures on four legs instead of two.

Enjoy your Sunday-
janet

10 Responses to “Saturday nights and Sunday mornings…”

  1. Barbara Kingsolver, she is on the top of my list of favorite authors, in my previous life when I used to read so much. Enjoy, Enjoy all of her books!

  2. You MUST read ALL of Kingsolver’s books. The last one I read was “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle” and it was fantastic…but her fiction is simply the best around. I read everything that she writes. And Elizabeth Berg, Anne Tyler, Jill McCorkle, Jo-Ann Mapson,and Cathy Pelletier.

  3. Oh…I love love Ann Tyler, she is another one of my favorites!

  4. I have read Berg and Tyler – (almost all, if not all of Tyler, she’s great) I’ll have to check out the other authors.

    B.Y.W. (beautiful young woman) gave me Kingsolver – I was reading the tattoos on her back today before class. I was supposed to be teaching and all I was thinking about was backs and tattoos.

    Good thing I have taught for so long now (a decade) I can do it in my sleep or whilst doing some serious day dreaming.

    -janet (thanks for visiting and commenting, it feels so lonely when no one comments).

  5. hmm… Dog sitting and drawing naked women? Yup, you need to get out.

  6. YES — lord dog sitting, drawing naked women, drinking wine and all in those damn red shoes.

    – oh woe is me.

    janet
    (“I have the saddest life”)to quote Eddie/Grey Gardens.

  7. pssst! I have a pair of suede RED Sketchers shoes.

  8. Very nice drawings Janet.

  9. Drawings, wine, women with dark hair and a taste for books. Lovely post. And Santa Fe? No mosquitoes. Lots of ants. Beetles. Spiders. The occasional scorpion and rattlesnake. Oceanic skies. But air that sucks you dry. I have aged twenty years in two.

  10. Drawings, wine, women…

    Brown copper kettles
    and warm woolen mittens
    brown paper packages.

    Yeh a few of my favorite things. You know I just loved the desert when I was there and I will admit it was a little over a week, in October – the weather was perfect. There is something very sparse and elemental that I like about it.

    I can also see how one might grow to feel isolated and deprived – the desert may be a bit like a stingy lover.

    -janet

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