DIANE MOLINE

August 26, 2016

Saying goodbye to two loved pieces

Posting these as part of a moving sale item but also to say goodbye to these pieces I have loved for many years. They hold memories. I bought them in the year after the sudden plane crash death of new husband Dave 40 years ago. As you can imagine, it was a tough year or two; my dear friends got me through it (with special thanks to Claudia; I can't imagine getting through it without you, Claud.) I spent the next year filling up the space I lived in, both mentally and physically, with things that brought me comfort, some travel, and keeping a journal. These items were two things I must part with now for lack of space in our new home. I hope they find a good home.

" I don't understand how people get bored. It's a complete mystery to me. How is it even possible when there are so many things you can do to amuse yourself? I have a million and one projects on the go that I can dip into when I have nothing else to do. My problem is those projects too often get shelved because I never have nothing else to do. "

from a blog post by Andrea Joseph. (Who, by the way, I have spoken of often here and who you should get to know if you don't. An amazing illustrator.)

Let's just say...

I concur.

I have two large and full project drawers for creative projects already packed away for the upcoming move. And this....

...which has no relation to the studio or artwork. Among the items therein: a book about the kings and queens of England, Ancient Rome and Greece, and the geography of far-off countries, all of which I suck at, And I always have a pile, much less several bookcases full of, books to read. And articles clipped from media to read in the john or on long road trips. And there's always the French to learn. And the travel journals to finish. Yes, I too fail to see how one can get bored. Well, there was this one day sometime ago in hot Nebraska....

Password Rant

I will most likely not be able to get in to my own bathroom without a f-ing password one of these days.

Which evidently I set up some day in the past.

Unbeknownst to me.

Probably so I could do something else that was once simple.

Which also required a password.

Of undeniably a certain amount of numbers, caps, and strange bedfellows.

And which of course needed to be changed at a given point.

To something else but not something already used.

When did everything I do, think, or say get "backed-up" to a cloud? Password-protected? So utterly valuable to the world and myself?

When did life become so extraordinarily complicated?

Yellow things I saw on my walk tonight

Our days are numbered in the neighborhood in which we live. While I am excited about the new home and look forward to new adventures there, I am going to miss this neighborhood and home so so much. So I am taking as many walks as I can to enjoy the view and set it in my memory bank. Tonight I saw some yellow things that gave me pleasure. I would really like that car yes i would.