Posting, Painting, & Pedaling
All my clocks and calendars have been checked and I have confirmed that somehow I didn’t post on Irish KC yesterday.
Believe me I’m more surprised than you are.
There’s several reasons for this. When I was young I never really accepted the idea of a day beginning at midnight and ending the next midnight; for me the day began when I woke up in the morning, and it ended when I went to bed at night. Sleep was a neutral zone to be colonized by either adjacent day on a once-off basis as needs be.
And then I grew up and stopped going to bed. So now I no longer know when days begin. Midnight still seems silly, but yesterday can’t last forever.
And then there is a sizeable readership of Irish KC in Ireland. Those Irish people are six hours ahead, which is not bad going for a people famed for running late. So for them I did actually post yesterday.
Anyway, I did write some things for you yesterday, but I’m not ready to publish them. And then there were other posts I wrote for you in my head, particularly a long one on rain - which you really liked, by the way. Perhaps I’ll write it in actuality some time.
And I do have other websites I work on. And somewhere in all this clutter I have an actual life.
Also, I’m painting. It’s a nervous time for me when a painting is moments from completion. And right now I have several paintings at that point.
Sometimes those final few marks can take days, or months even. I recall a painting of O’Connell Bridge I did that I stared at for over two years before finally making the last few marks.
So what I’m saying is I can be very busy painting, yet apply very little paint, and then look up to see I’ve grown a six-inch beard.
Speaking of paintings, I’m thinking of offering this large (40 by 30 inches) painting of the West Of Ireland for sale at a major reduction in price. I’m only thinking about it because I don’t really want to sell it, and certainly not cheaply. But then again, I could use the money. The size means shipping is an issue. But I’ll dwell on it some more and let you know.
Meanwhile everything I do outside the house is slower than usual because I’m still working on the bicycle pedal issue. Without the bicycle that can carry a thousand loaves, everything - like milk for example - is a production. And tea is a drama.
Anyway, I have news of Irish concerts past and future, and I have other great Irish wisdoms applicable to the world of Kansas City in these final months of my eight year spell in KC. But first I have to see a dog about a bicycle. Or something like that. And the kettle’s boiling.
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