My first boss

The woman in the center of this picture is Ruth Lives. She was my first boss and a lovely, wonderful woman to whom I was not all that nice. Not that I was ever deliberately unkind or ever rude. But as a 24 year old who thought he knew everything, not to mention an in-general pushy person, I was just that. A young pushy guy. I did a good job. I got promoted very quickly. I had a lot of responsibility and I got a new job pretty easily after she'd taken the time to train me.

I feel bad about it. She died ages ago before I ever had a chance to thank her for all she did for me.

She drank vodka.

Other endeavors

So I'm doing some painting when I have time. 

This guy, who looks like Jude Law but isn't, 

is a recent acrylic on water color paper.

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New Year's Resolutions

Gotta get my scooter fixed. #1.

Rejection

The coldly, I thought, written letter arrived yesterday. Each piece was listed and followed by the word declined. They try to make it sound like it was just a fluke because they had so many entries that yours was just one of most of them that were rejected. It doesn't feel any better. I had been working on a new collage, maybe construction is a better word and nearly winged it across the room. I'm putting all this shit away.

Running

My father was a runner before there was running. He used to run down the road out in the country where we lived and my friends would ask me where he was running to. Sometime when he got older after retirement, he started walking. Despite all that running, walking and clean living he died at 73 in November of 2001 of a stroke.

'Tis the last rose of summer.

Or something like that. My balcony all packed up and ready to over-winter. I might plant some bulbs this fall and see what happens. I am making a solemn promise not to plant tomatoes next year.

Most recently

Three collages I entered in a show at the Kohler Arts Center.