I've been looking forward to my days off, basically since I went back to work last Thursday. I have new music on my computer. Stuff I haven't been able to listen to in years, like some old Talking Heads. All free, from the library. The temperature isn't terribly high, so it's cool enough to get some things done. I cleaned a bit and organized a bit, then I grabbed a brush (actually a big spatula) to spread some paint around. I have three spatulas that I use, all about the same. There is one that I've developed an attachment to. I have no idea what it is that makes it special, but to me it is. I had trouble finding it (which often happens when I clean and move things around) and could only see the other two. The two that would have been just as good. But I kept looking until I found 'old reliable'. I did smear some really interesting paint on the canvases, so maybe there's something to it. It just struck me as odd that I can have several versions of the same tool but only want to use one particular favorite, until I wear it out. Then it gets tossed in the trash as a new king is crowned. I'm never quite sure if my quirks are 'typical human', 'typical artist', or ' number three on that list of symptoms for that one disorder that no one wants to talk about'. I usually keep the worst (best?) ones to myself. Just in case. I also discovered a great inspirational device. I made a list of things to accomplish this week. First on the list was 'make a list'. Second was 'cross off number one and two'. I could knock out a list like that with my eyes closed. Unfortunately, that's exactly what my list looked like. My handwriting is awful. People always expect me to have some sort of medieval flowery-script handwriting. I'm not sure why. I just know that mine is the exact opposite. Someone should hold a telethon for me.

"Feelin' the Groove"

An oldie from 1999.