22-year-old lost his life yesterday on the mountain. Head first into a truck.
The news headline felt it was important to mention the truck was "pulling a boat trailer."
As if that tells a secret side of the story.
I don't know why everyone is in so much of a hurry.
Hurry up and sit at the next stoplight. Hurry up and sit behind that person doing 55 in the passing lane.
Washing Mason jars to store things in. Hang them up under the cupboards like little fairy tins.
I imagine the sound of unscrewing the lids, dropping the seal in the sink, then setting the jar on the glass cookstove top would enthrall me for hours as the background to a new thriller movie.
Chamomile tea boiling on the stove. I've started making it as a caffeine-free replacement for iced tea. My only regret is not buying it in bulk initially.
My mom used to make sun tea when we were kids.
Put water and tea bags in a pitcher, set it out in the summer sun, and let nature take it's course.
For some reason it tasted better when brewed by the sun.
Witches make moon water under the full moon's light. Maybe sun tea has similar magic properties.
Food is bothering me. I'm sure it will pass.
Growing up is full of pains.
I drew a crab lady today.
Thinking about crabs makes me miss chocolate.
Let me explain...
Crabs have a hard outer shell and soft inside. They're also delicious.
My favorite chocolates were always some type of truffle with a hard outer shell and soft inside. They're very delicious.
I can't eat chocolate anymore. Next to garlic and cilantro it's the biggest no-no.
Deep down I'm a fat kid at heart.
One more drawing to knock out, then the coloring begins.
I want to do something 3D with these pieces.
Force them into shadow box frames.
Force them into the viewer's gaze.
Tomorrow I'll have to turn my work brain back on full-tilt.
Until then I have the option of a few naps, or not.