I was wondering and wrote about it
Michael A friend asked, “what do you miss?” In the weeks when only one foot could take weight many activities were put on hold. Roasting coffee among them. Being on two feet makes the basement stairway walkable. That restored basement and garage access.
Yay! I’m roasting again.
The photo show labels from recent batches of green beans.
This is a stake in the groud. These clumsy sketches provide my baseline for measuring progress. They are an exercise from Andrew Loomis’ book Fun with a Pencil. Yes, I’m learning to draw. Again.
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Ever procrastinate? Yeah, me too.
There is an absurdity in some procrastination in that I, and maybe you, actually enjoy the activity once it is started. But getting started is a bitch.
Try this sometime: promise to quit doing whatever quickly. Just ride the bike to the corner and back. Just write the first sentence, not the entire letter. Just get the lawnmower out and trim the median strip.
It’s OK to break these promises and keep riding the bike all morning, complete a long letter to mom, and mow the entire yard. It’s OK to keep these promises. Usually you won’t, because the hardest part is starting.
Carlos Villa gave some introductory remarks to students in his Beginning Drawing class at the San Francisco Art Institure. They finished with these.
“I’ve been asked if this class will have a requirement that you draw everyday. No, you are not required to draw everyday.”
Collective sighs and murmers of relief emerged from the students.
“But you should want to,” he concluded with a smile.
Retirement plans are largely on hold. Am I in a cocoon, undergoing a metamorphasis from working catapiller to retired butterfly? Am I in purgatory, my entry into retirement heaven delayed due to sins during the working life? Or is this just a form of house arrest?
The choice is mine and the attitude I deploy during the healing months.
Which choice would you make?