Like yesterday’s diatribes.
But isn’t it weird how the moments of the days of our lives twist and turn like the weather? Well, if you’re a volatile idealist and free-spirited soul like this ranter is, that’s how the cookie crumbles. But the seasons change, summer’s in full-swing here, the days are hot and we get our regular afternoon highveld rainshowers and for me it feels like the days are nested within themselves as in one unbroken continuum, like life is just one big day, like today: huge intermittent stresses with PHP-coding and databases not working earlier on, then out and about for food and resources (I get most of my art materials for free, other people’s junk) then I’m kicking off afternoon art classes for a few sweet dearies in my neighbourhood who are now all fired up about starting to paint, fall asleep for an hour, then sorting out a client’s website database hassle in the mid-evening (almost had a minor nervous breakdown tonight doing that) then suddenly it all comes right and I am in love with the planet again.
So later tonight I lose myself in paper-mache sculpting a boxing dog amongst other odds and sods, that will roll on until about sunrise and when you wake up to go off to work I’ll be climbing onto the bed for a brief doss (don’t sleep much, and even then, lightly) and tomorrow it’ll be a mix of digital and analogue and so the show goes on.
A major stress slaughtered: my client’s website’s database is now working and the rest is basically just a walk in the park (Murphy’s Law permitting) and that’s how it should be - PLUS I’ve recovered from the solo Valentine’s Day ordeal (seeing all the kids in the class pic below was a mind-blower) and my head finds itself back in the here and now. Phew. Mood swings aside, I didn’t mean to offend anyone re: yesterday but that’s how it goes. Some things just cannot be bottled up.
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