Wednesday, April 02, 2008

A harmonica in my lungs

There is a song playing right now, that is barely longer than 2 minutes and quiet enough to play in the most somber of places. It has a harmonica in it. And that harmonica echoes out of my lungs and heart and other organs.

Today (technically yesterday, I haven't gone to bed yet, so it is the same day) I walked around the desert next to my house. The same desert from these posts. I went wood gathering. I didn't have any exact ideas for the type of wood I wanted, I just knew I needed enough to make a flower. I have the day off from burrito manufacturing, so I figured I could do something nice for someone, make some art, and start regaining some of those hands on skills we seem to be using. (I didn't notice we were loosing are ability to work with our hands, but Bill brought it up, and he is a smart guy, and he is right. He is going to learn how to weld, count me excited.) After my gathering I went to the hardware store for nails and spray paint. Then I took pizza to Whit. Awww, lunch date. After borrowing a saw from him I went to work. Here are the before, in process and after. Crystal might be mad at me for spray painting the grass. She might not.


ImPerceptible said...

I have a love hate relationship with harmonicas. It depends on the song and how they're played. Sometimes they just give me a headache.

Those posts were from about a year ago. Amazing how things change?

I like your flower and hope you don't get into too much trouble because of the grass.

Anonymous said...

I think you're in the early stages of lurve and have a lot of oxytocin flooding through your system. In six months time you will find the flower again behind a shed or trashcan and say WHAT the FUCK is THAT?

But it's very sweet. Really. :)

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Anonymous said...

Which is not to say that I don't like the flower, I do. It just seems... unexpected.