Act Now.

Act Now.

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“Not Quite Finished and the Light is Fading….
© Les Becker, 2011
Taken January 20th, 2011 with CanonPowershot SX110 IS

I started another wall panel in my attic cave… I began with the idea of a plain pink wall – pink representing “action” of sorts. I have a lot of stuff that I have to act on, and soon.

In the course of painting… well… I ran out of pink paint. Kyla had an epiphany, and began painting black curliques drifting into the pink. She took a break, and I picked up the brush. This is where I left off.

I plan on finishing up with gold edging and sparkly bits, because I like gold and sparkly bits. I’m a bit of a crow, I guess.

The “act on and soon” stuff is pending: a supplementary job – preferrably NOT of the retail variety, to make up for recent lost hours. I seem to have been suddenly and unceremoniously dropped to part time hours… the “suddenly” actually works in my favour… I don’t have time to worry about it. I have to do something about it, and do it FAST.

Banana.

Banana.

Banana

Banana.
© Les Becker
December 8th, 2010
Taken with Canon PowerShot SX110 IS

Yes, I’m in the running for the “Not Necessarily Banal Blog Title” crown. And I have been feeling rather like that banana looks as though it must.

I kinda fell off the internet for a while, there. And y’all know how much I hate the real world.

Then my mom died, on December 1st. I haven’t yet got accustomed to that. I want to write about her, but I’m still trying to fathom that she’s gone.

When I got the call about my dad’s death a couple of summers ago, I sat down and wrote my goodbye to him and rushed it out into the ether.

It seems so much more complicated with my mother. There are a thousand little memories that bring her into my mind – smells, certain songs, every different season. Food.

No, I think my mom’s going to get more than one goodbye, here. Just not quite yet.

Work has been stupid. Christmas. Ugh. I swear (again) that I will not do another Christmas in Retail next year. One of these years, that’s got to stick.

My own Christmas was quiet and lovely. I received two housecoats, a bottle of rum and enough chocolate to live on for three days straight. I made good use of all of the above. And I even have housecoats left over!

And I’m newsed out, now, so…

Banana.