Another Day

Everyday is another day. Do I need to put a preface on it.
My topic today is acceptance. With this terrible economy, or so they say, and actually I have not witnessed any people jumping out of windows, or living in boxes in the streets yet as the news claims. Just the stock market numbers diving into hell then out again each day. I mean nothing has changed here on my front porch. Why does the energy in this nation have to be so erratic? Im all for a small yoga dance, nice chi tea, and then on to some laundry before hitting the outside art studio. Of course this is after 2 hours of cooking breakfast and shuffling the children off to school. But the time is welcoming for sure until the phone rings and someone NEEDS something. Im trying to ward off all visitors so I can sink into my process like a nice river ride and a flow of creativity. I hate living in the urban city, and Yes, someday I will vanish right out of here, but not this week, now this year, but someday.
However, a few paint strokes, nails, screws, and a little time to listen to the crickets through the fire engines, trains, plans, automobiles and mexican music is about all I got done today! OH, I did make a bunch of phone calls for my neighboor
who needs a American person to help her nap a job, and drove to IkEA to buy some cheap frames for my prints. Then it was soccer practice, dinner, vollyball practice,
arguing teenagers and the visa versa during the pick-up drive. Thats it folks.
Sarah Palin, I dont see how you can do it! (Oh, I forget, you dont, your husband does.)