6.21.12 Table 6.21.12 (282):My life as a table. Heat wave continues tomorrow. ˚100 in the hotter-than-anywhere Pine Barrens. Still sick but coming to the surface.
6.20.12 Table 6.20.12 (281):
6.18.12 Alive is enough for me, but Annmarie and BooBoo and Cosi are rocking! T 280:
6.16.12 Dubai must have imported these clouds.
6.15.12 A perfect day with the hedge loaded with fragrant panicles exuding the essence of summer and a gentle breeze rolling it into the room I'm painting.
6.14.12 It's a wicked world kiddies. It was touching to read Ray Bradbury's piece in The New Yorker this month and find that he had died the next morning. He might have died as I was reading his last article.
6.12.12 No. 277, a lettuce sandwich lunch:
Thanks Mark and Joan for everything. Feeling much better now- what a disaster was avoided. To the creep that caused my near miss- karma will catch you as it has a tendency to do.
Twain says some brillant things about war in this semi-autobiography, he has something to say about everything.:
6.11.12 Rough month. A Table! Two in fact.Out back: Table 6.10.12 (no.276, I'll never get to 1,000):
6.8.12 Crazy around here with Ann's new position at FCI-FD. 24/7 phone calls now that she is admin.
6.1.12 Don't mess with Annmarie:
June is the best month. Table (no.275):