Happy Mother's Day

I asked my son this evening if something bad is ok if you make good art out of it. He said, what about Goya? I said I agreed. War is still bad even if Goya can make such good art out of it.

Happy Mother's Day.

Kim

An Accident?

He said his kid was an accident. I thought smuggly that I'm glad that I was planned (or so I was led to believe).

Then I started to imagine a continuum from deliberate to accidental.

Imagine someone getting off a train because it breaks down. Then a cyclone comes (an unpredicted cyclone, of course) and drives a tube through his private parts (ouch!) into the vicinity of her fertile egg. And one hefty little critter fertilizes the egg. Will, that kid was truly an accident.

On the other extreme, imagine a DNA expert sorting through a bunch of critters, picking a very special one to fertilize an egg. Well, that's the other end of the continuum.

A product of a hot roll in the hay is not an accident any more than is a gun going off in a bank robbery. It is called "conditioned causality." The condition made it possible for something to occur, though other outcomes are possible (unlike cause and effect scenarios).

Connected in Strange Ways

Knowing that we'd have a person look at our house (to buy), we worked all day to clean it up. Then we went to dinner and a bunch of errands while they were looking.

This evening we weighed 300 magazines that we are practically giving away. Someone is going to have to pay lots of shipping.

Our daughter called, and she and my wife talked for what seemed like hours.

Elbow Grease Rocks

Another long long day.
First did my income tax extension, then went out with my friend to an Indian lunch and a cheap plastic camera photo exhibit in St. Charles.
Came home and prepared the house for a showing tomorrow, then a party.
After an hour of so, went home to make a drawing, but first talked to my son for a while on the phone.

A Minute Early

Woke up very early. Decided I was tired, so went back to sleep. I dreamt that I saved my sister who had put on a bathing suit and drowned herself in the bathtub.

Later in the morning talked to the guy who was putting some new parts on my wife's pottery wheel. Then we gave him lots of stuff--wood, welding equipment, shelves, etc.

I had an appt. on the other side of town. Went in what seemed to be plenty of time, but there was lots of rain and traffic. Just made it by a minute. Lots of impatient waiting for lights to change...and to stay changed long enough so that I could get through the multitude of intersections.

Then a nice dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant, reading the paper about the crazed woman who runs the public radio station.

After which a trip to the library to see a high school art exhibit and check email.

In the evening went to meditate with a group of people, followed with a Quaker-like discussion on a variety of topics.

On Strike

We scrubbed gutters yesterday. We used ivory soap (it floats) because a neighbor said it was as good as anything. I think it was the elbow grease that did the trick.

Today I woke hunched back and crippled. Finally eight hours and two Aleves later I recuperated.

And now, after a cerebral evening, I'm ready for another day tomorrow of physical labor.

Kim

Truth

I met a man who was full of the truth. His wisdom was only skin deep.

Dead Tired

Talk is Cheap

Friendly Fellows

A Little Adventure

Tigger Gets Rich

Couldn't Hit the Side of a Barn

Someone said this at the barber shop today. I don't remember the conversation, but just thought that it was pretty much an exaggeration of some sort.

A Visit to the S.S. Office

I went 2 the S.S.* office.
All the men had babies.
I just had my birth certificate.
Born in Chitown.

*Social Security

We ichatted . . .

She Who Speaks Does Not Know . . .

So There!

Lao-Tzu wrote: He who knows, does not speak. He who speaks, does not know.

Home Sweet Home

Impermanence

Impermanence

Killer Came 2 (S)Pray 2 Day

Not a happy day for the little critters.

It Was a New City. . .