E N T R I E S 03.27.06 — 04.01.06
We had a wonderful vacation week spent at Buckskin Manor, a.k.a Purcellville Virginia. Forgive me for not blogging whilst away, but who fucking cares about the internet, cell phones, work, progress, or anything else other than one's daily needs — such as a good laugh and a fabulous meal? Really! Truly! We had only days filled with wasted hours trying to solve soduko puzzles and a toddler's wish to visit the faux fish in the pond. I can't begin to describe the beauty that is country living. All I can say is damn, at all costs go get ye'self a bigass cottage and settle down into the art of doing nothing other than cooking; simple cleaning; a little news checking; (and by now the day is half over) maybe you run one simple in town errand such as the grocery store or the post office; then back to your spacious cottage to prepare dinner; next take a walk down to the pond to reflect on your day, your life, or the book you're reading; then eat, drink and socialize with whomever is there. If you're alone, watch a great foreign flick, read, knit, blog or do whatever floats your boat. Ahhhhh that's a perfect day. Sleep well and then repeat. This is perfection, happiness, and the zen of daily living. You've achieved it. Die happy.
But seriously, back to reality. Max had a perfect week, where he blossomed. I realized that I wished I could offer him a childhood in the country. Too bad, it won't happen. I'll be robbing of him of such sweetness by keeping him subjected to city pressure and confined to what litte sand and grass the nature in city parks has to offer. The only upside is the lack of bugs.
p.s. neither funding sources or fighting for world peace are issues in my art barn dreamland.