Finally, Snow.

Today,
it would be better
to be four years old.
If I were five,
I would be forced to stay
in kindergarten
forsaking angels
waiting in the snow.

8 Ts

For this week's IF prompt (Eighties), I made this quick sketch with a bic pen on graph paper. I found some change, and went straight to Kinko's to scan and upload it to photobucket.

I came here to the library (where it's free) to post it to here, and to upload a couple of photos I'd saved to disc...of Rusty and Elizabeth. (I named her for the movie star, cuz I put purple in the threads I used to embroider her eyes.)

My Pooter is broken!

My computer was damaged enroute back to Missoula. I've filed a claim with UPS. I was only able to afford 500 insurance. So if they honor their contract, and pay me the 500 they owe me for damaging my computer, I will be able to afford to have it repaired.

I'm devasted that I can't work on my illustrations. I do have some older ones saved to discs, so I'll be able to upload some of them. These library computers only have paint...and they have no scanner for me to upload any drawings or sketches on paper.

waaaaaaa!

I'll be back tomorrow to do some more catterwauling. I promise!

And boy o boy, I gotta tell you about one of my neighbors. He must be schizophrenic. He makes noises like animals, and then starts yelling, "this sucks!"

So it sorta went like this for about 3 hours last night (starting around midnight). "Meow, meow, ruff, ruff, ruff.....ribbet, oooOOOoooo. THIS SUCKS! ----"meow.....THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS THIS SUCKS ooooOOOOOooooo." Over and over! (I hope I got the punctuation right.)

Buzzed

Now Entering Winter

Even though I landed in Missoula a good hour and a half late, I didn't mind, cuz I felt like I’d already been home for hours.

Eager to get started, I made it to the Sacramento Airport 3 hours before my scheduled flight. Once my bags were checked, and my toiletries confiscated, I headed straight for the Alaska Terminal.

I guess in January, nobody’s heading north unless they live here. No California tourists were waiting for the flight to Winter.

The first thing I noticed was a yellow Carhartt lying over the back of a chair. Then I saw a pair of mukluks on a tall, bearded Nordic god. And then there were the two laptops in the corner, lying open, unattended in empty chairs, their users probably sitting in the bar watching the game.

No one was wearing a suit. But there were heavy jackets and winter coats everywhere, piled 3-high on seats, draped over carryons, and tucked under barstools. There was an easy, neighborly atmosphere. Everybody was expecting snow. Some were wondering if their connecting flights from Seattle were going to be cancelled. Certainly, most would be delayed.

Folks were heading home to places like Anchorage, Sitka, Juneau, Vancouver BC, Kamloops, Boise, and Missoula. It was as though I’d already left California. These were my people. This was my neighborhood, my culture. Nobody here was talking about whose baby Angelina Jolie was adopting, or Schwarzenegger’s steroid-weakened bones. The conversations floating and mixing here were about snow, keeping dry, and the unfortunate possibility of missing a day of work.

[if anyone can tell me the name of the image i've parodied, i'd be grateful. i wanted to give attribution, but cannot for the life of me remember the name of the work, let alone its creator....shattered spheres?...i googled that but got zip, and that's what i was thinking the name was.]

I've found the image. It's called, L'atmosphère: météorologie populaire by Camille Flammarion (1888),

and I've posted a little something about it, here.