I'm hopelessly drawn these days to blue. Plates, cups, glassware, unrealized dreams, lost memories, broken promises, untold stories, paintings by Miro. Send me your blues and I'll send you mine.
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
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- In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
2 comments:
I love Miro. We were on a train from Canada and decided to spend a rainy non-blue day in Chicago. At the museum I saw him "in person". I was swept away by the blue in his paintings. Miro's blues spread joy.
You and I must be twins in some alternative universe : ) Or living in parallel worlds.
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