The First Doodlz Blog Entry
The mosquitos started biting my bare legs this morning while I was sitting outside at the patio table drinking strong coffee out of my Colorado souvenir mug and writing a letter to my inlaws.
So I went inside to put on a pair of long pajama pants because I wasn't ready to get dressed in real clothes - not at 7:45 am on a Saturday morning. I was the only one up and about, and that is rare combination - the only one and up and about.
Now it is a couple of hours later and the house is awake.
The list of things I should, could, would be doing but am not because I am writing this is blog, is long. Every room is a wreck, by my standards, and need serious cleaning up. But it is Saturday morning. That means I don't have to do anything. Not until I want to. I want to sit here and write this first ever blog entry.
So I went inside to put on a pair of long pajama pants because I wasn't ready to get dressed in real clothes - not at 7:45 am on a Saturday morning. I was the only one up and about, and that is rare combination - the only one and up and about.
Now it is a couple of hours later and the house is awake.
The list of things I should, could, would be doing but am not because I am writing this is blog, is long. Every room is a wreck, by my standards, and need serious cleaning up. But it is Saturday morning. That means I don't have to do anything. Not until I want to. I want to sit here and write this first ever blog entry.
So here it goes. An introduction thing:
Doodlz is a nickname. Because I doodle a lot. I guess. Actually I draw and paint and take pictures becuase I really have to. Like breathing...
Doodlz is a nickname. Because I doodle a lot. I guess. Actually I draw and paint and take pictures becuase I really have to. Like breathing...
If I thought we could make house and car payments and secure health insurance and a decent retirement on an artists income, I would probably give my two weeks notice and go live in ShangriLa. Painting. And drawing. And taking pictures. Maybe I would try to write also.
I don't really know exactly why I write here or why I even have an online "blog." I think about how absurd it is to write things for the world to see... really there is no agenda here. Just random bits from me.
This morning, first, before I tackle The List, I want to head to the library and see if there are any Emily Carr books to check out. Maybe they have Susan Vreelands new novel available?
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