First of all, happy Columbus Day -- or Happy F*** the Indians Day, whichever you prefer. We should not celebrate this as a national holiday. Maybe a day of mourning????
Back in Arizona with the radical right wing crazies and the preppers. I love it here, though. I love the desert, the rocks and the mountains. I don't care who lives here -- I am tolerant of everyone. The only person I am probably not tolerant of is myself.
Once again, I am dissatisfied with myself. I have 30 things I want to do --- okay maybe that is an exaggeration -- probably 10 or 12 --and I can't even focus to get to one of them. I have to narrow this list down so that I am not spreading myself so thin. But with age catching up to me, I always think, wow it's now or never -- and I realize I may never get to do all of the things I want.
Since I quit believing in the afterlife, death hasn't scared me. And it still doesn't. What scares me is not being able to finish everything I want to do. Am I selfish to think I should get to do these things? I still want to learn, to teach and to use my hands to create. I wish I had studied art.
How old was Grandma Moses when she started painting?