let lemons be angry

Despite all my rantings, this has been what i think is a wonderful week. I've been dizzily high and swinging from very very happy to pleasantly contented and back again. The promised six servants came to clean out the art room, and ten years of art/junk/dust have left my castle. If my life were a drama serial, which it is, that particular episode would end with joeun, yanghan, theresa and i climbing onto the tables to drape fairy lights from the hanging lamps. Dust hanging in the air, all quiet and very bare suddenly, light streaming in through the opened shutter doors. I've slaved over the art room, making shelves, hanging pictures up, moving cupboards, worrying about art and loving art and giving all my time to art, and i think this is what i can call my passion.

This week has also seemed strangely long. Time is playing a trick on me. A hi i said a few days ago now seems weeks old. ORA was a busier affair than i thought it would be. I didn't sell all my stuff but my wallet's fuller than usual, and i'll take my money shopping tomorrow. Whee to me. I went to secret recipe for lunch today and bumped into the cat family; i wouldn't have recognised her and so noticed them if i hadn't been looking in places i'm not meant to look. Voyeurism does have its social benefits then.

I'm typing this while sheila showers. We're both still soaking in the fact that this has been a good day, and that tomorrow's a holiday, and that she's staying over tonight. And Dharma's coming back tomorrow!! I want to squeeze her and hear her laugh and tell her she's not to go away again. I wish this good week would never end, because it's rare that good weeks come in consecutive twos or threes. But then again, the week ahead already looks promising. All that's lacking now is the missing face. That was a thought that nibbled me down today. Dragonflies all around, and i wasn't even interested to look.