Sunday, April 21, 2013


Maybe spring has been a long time coming, with too many in-between days.  Maybe I've overdosed on too much Treme and family tension.  (Maybe its my crush on Michiel Huisman - I'm old enough to be his mother.  I should be ashamed.)  I'll chalk it up to spring fever.  And squash the fantasies of "running away from home."  My skill set is limited. There's no hidden busker in me.  I don't tell fortunes or do splendid chalk drawings on the sidewalk.  I doubt if my pastor would write a letter of recommendation to some parish in Louisiana - not that I have little to recommend, but someone who packs up and runs away from what's bugging her doesn't deserve a recommendation. And I know I crumple at the first hint of humidity.  But one can dream a little...

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-- Michelangelo, quoted in Vasari's Lives of the Artists

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