November 3rd, 2007
Mother Deer
Daily.
Yea, I know this is overkill, but I’m seriously losing.;)
I’m very bad at this election thing. It’s no wonder Obama hasn’t called me.
The mother is in town (staying with me in my apartment ), we went to see the WACK exhibit at the National Museum of Women in the Arts and ended up at my brothers for an early dinner.
I bet you are wondering if she brought me another “twin set”. She didn’t. For some reason I’m having some twin-set nostalgia, and almost wish she had.
She is painting tonight - it comforts me to know this. I remember when very young I would always lounge around her makeshift studios on pillows while she painted. For all that our differences have been pointed and painful, displayed with nippy little words or ignored phone calls, I do not recall her ever telling me to get out, go play. She never requested I leave her alone. I was always content to sit and watch, or play with her brushes often making a mess by doing a painting of my own. A painting which was never declared a masterpiece. Though now I see what was important was that she welcomed my presence, not that she failed to declare me a genius.
Caught some deer through the window just briefly before Anna, opening the back door, scared them off. These deer were hogging out on the acorns. I barely got to get the camera out to take a quick shot through the window. We told her not to go out the door, but she thought she could tip toe out quietly and fool the deer, despite the eyes on the sides of their head - giving them a 310 degree view, their super sense of smell, and ability to hear high frequency sounds. They disappeared before I got any more shots off.
I don’t particularly like deer, as they have a habit of running into me. They do look cute when they are not landing on my car causing costly damage.
It’s truly beautiful out this weekend. I hope it remains this way.
Heard from the friend of mine surfing Central and South America, living over surf shop in Nicaragua for a few weeks….ah the life. Wistful, yup that is the word.
The Violin man comes in tomorrow evening.
