The #bats come out at dusk and I like bats, the way they flit about the alley, diving and bobbing and cool, cool, cool I think except last night at 1 am we are woken by the sounds a chirping but it's not bird but bats, a nest, now in the walls of our bedroom and while I still like bats, damn if those little hungry bastard kept me up from 1-4 am shouting for food and I got up this morning thinking Do bats nurse like all other mammals? Anyway, this is my Sunday morning painting. I like it.
My earliest memory is visiting my dad at Ball State as he was finishing up his doctoral thesis and I was 3 years old and he had this tiny place while my mom and siblings stayed in Indianapolis in our house and my dad and I slept on the floor in his tiny place because the bed was a single and too small for both of us and I woke in the middle of the night and there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was a woman--a ghost--and she was staring down at my dad and I and I was so terrified that I closed my eyes and drove myself deep against my father and when we woke the next morning the ghost was gone and we had waffles for breakfast. Anyway, this is my painting. I like it.
So we hiked up #locvale in #rmnp with our new #yaktracks and after we made it up each icy climb/hill we'd yell YAKTRACKS! and then continued on, and so many people were so unprepared to hike and this poor Japanese guy was wearing sneakers and would get 10 yards up a hill and then slide back down the trail and afterward, like the next day afterward, as in today, Sunday, I'm reading the paper out front of the VFW and this elderly couple pass and the woman says to her husband "I'm thinking this is one of those situations where I should have brought my gun," and the man said, "That's your thinking?" and opened the door for her and they headed into the VFW and I wonder what Sunday situation calls for a gun and I also wonder how far up the trail that Japanese guy got before just giving up. Anyway, this is my painting. I like it.