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08/05/2006: "When I'm not painting, my entries sound more like a little girl's diary than an artist's blog...sorry"
Dear Diary,
It started with my driver's side door drooping just the teeny tiniest bit, and within a week it became so bad that now I can't open it. This means crawling over my stick shift and emergency break and exiting the passenger side door every time I get in or out of my car...not very dignified.
I need to make an appointment to see if I can get it fixed but I'm afraid the diagnosis will not be good. The car is 12 years old and still runs beautifully but the body is giving out, little by little. The metal is actually starting to tear around the joints. I don't want a new car; I've had my Tracker for most of my adult life; it was my first new car and we've been all over Alaska together.
But anyway, this latest issue is really embarrassing. I just sit in my car pretending to listen to the radio until the coast is clear for me to start my voyage out of (or into) the car. At least I'm driving a lot less, car-pooling and all of that.
What else? Friday night Rob came over for pizza and we watched The Brood. He thought it might have been David Cronenberg's first feature film but I looked it up today and guess what his first feature, Rabid, was about? ZOMBIES! I must see it, Cronenberg is such a freak! Anyway, I really enjoyed the Brood though like many of his films it was more disturbing than scary (but also really scary).
And this morning Brian ran his first full marathon! I and some of his friends walked down to Sandy Beach in the (infernal) rain and waited for him to cross the finish line so we could cheer him on. I must say I was very impressed!!! Watching healthy people out running in the deluge inspired me to excavate my treadmill again.
Oh, and then tonight I got a phone call from an artist/faculty member from the Polytechnic School and Caltech. He's going to be in Juneau later this week on a painting trip and wants to meet and talk about art. He says he really likes my work so *of course* I’d love to but I'll be in Washington (more on WA later...intrigued?).