It is 41F this morning, I am wearing a Chef hoodie, rainbow fuzzy socks and drinking my morning black coffee with my cat keeping my lap, and one hand, warm.
I’m not in Seattle yet, but I think I’m feelin the vibe.
There were a couple sketches and paintings I did when I was taking Art classes in college that were rediscovered as we excavated the library.
This one actually got into a show in the Art Gallery on campus, which was pretty groovy. I got a job at said Art Gallery after the show, which was so much fun. Neurotic. Chaotic. Horrible coffee…but lots of fun.
This was a painting I did in the oil painting class. It was pretty good for a first semester try, and I thought I was going to go into Art after this class…but I have always been a writer. So, ditched Art, studied Literature. I’ve always been grateful that I figured that out early on.
But…these are the last few things I haven’t packed. Tomorrow the movers come and load the truck.
There is no turning back.
Tonight we sleep in sleeping bags.
I have to pack the silverware.
There is no time for over-thinking things.
No more laundry to be done. The clothes are all packed.
No more breakfasts to cook. The pots are all packed.
This is the end.