More Balthus than Hopper

Originally Posted Monday, January 14, 2013

This is more Balthus than Hopper.  I like them both. 

Yesterday went better than Saturday because I did not try to do anything.  That worked.  I didn't see or speak to anyone until Sunday night when my mother came over for dinner.  I put a couple steaks on the grill and steamed asparagus and cooked jasmine rice.  The evening air was perfect, so we sat out while the steaks cooked and drank wine.  I am much better when I have no plans. 

I am a lot like Rip Van Winkle, a perpetual lazy child.  Or would be.  But, drats, I always respond when the factory whistle blows. 

The problem with being alone, however, is that there is nothing to write about but your own internal workings, and those are only of half-interest to your therapist.  Unless you are Dostojevski or Knut Hamsun. 

Maybe I should get a Facebook account.