saturday afternoon…

…buggs and i decided to drive to lake mead. buggs had never ridden in the car before, so, he was primed for excitement when he got in.

he did really well and rode like a champ, until we reached the outskirts of boulder city. there they were working on the freeway and it scared him.

buggs shook like a leaf and panted the whole rest of the way to lake mead. we drove through the payment area and i showed my access pass. we got in free.

we off roaded in my “new to me” car, until we found a spot on the beach, next to the lake. we got out, walked around, shot photos, and both waded for awhile.

buggs grew weary of wading, so i took him to the car, gave him water, and dried him off. i loaded him up and then took a few selfies and regular shots.

we drove back over the sand and rock, and out past the ranger station. we stopped and had a bean burrito at roberto’s before going back.

buggs enjoyed a few bites of cheese and i enjoyed a lot of hot sauce. we drove back to the apartment. when all was said and done, we were both exhausted.

our adventure and photographic expedition…

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2:57 am…

…the last time i saw j***y was at 10:37 pm. she told me at that time, that i better go to bed. well, i did and here i am…wide awake and sitting outside. it’s 2:57 am… 

…j***y’ll not remember me passing her in the hall at 3:03 am. she appeared to be fast asleep as she approached the bathroom. i was no more than a ghost to her…

…but now, it’s 3:08 pm. i’m still not in bed and i’m still not asleep. i’m in an extraordinary amount of pain and can do nothing about it, as i’ll be driving in a bit…

…i got in bed. i laid down. i put my phone down. i closed my eyes tightly, covered my head with a shirt, blocking out any and all light. i’m still awake at 3:15 am…

…it’s 3:17 am and my toes feel like they have been frozen and are trying to “wake up,” before being snipped off with a pair of gardening secators, as martha calls them…

…i guess that i’ll go back in the bedroom and package up my friend’s gift. i’d like to get it in the mail…shit, i have to print out the links. it’s 3:22 am and i’m packaging it…

…i’m still not tired and my alarm is set for 6:45 am. they are coming to get me at 8:00 am to get my car. i needed to be asleep hours ago, but it’s 3:25 am. i’m awake…

monday, monday…

…everything in my life was put on hold when my “trigger was pulled” (my familial upset). however, on monday…i will begin driving for lyft and contributing all of the money to my able account.

i can seriously look at houses in july/august and would like to close the end of august/beginning of september. i am taking another step toward my final goal and the realization of my dreams.

box (part two)…

okay so, i’m debating whether to make a lid and make this a true box…or, leaving it as a card tray. 

also, this is an altered art project. i’m taking what i already have and altering the content to fit my purpose. 

i know that all of the cards and the card tray are not pretty, but they’re not supposed to be…this isn’t a “pretty project.”

so, if “pretty” is your thing, please look at my landscape photos of wa, mt, nv, and ia…on instagram @sprockets111. 

these were meant to be like a list of places that this big girl loved going to on vacation. i write like a child. i am a child at heart.

so, the cards have a old-timey, mysterious feel…coupled with an americana-roadside-attraction-kitschy feel.

box building 101
make a lid and make it a box or leave it as a tray

all dressed up…

…and, no where to go…today, anyway. my friend and i will begin our “epic vegas adventure,” tomorrow. 

and that’s a good thing, because my friend and her husband, flew in from oklahoma. i think that they needed to rest, and so did i.

but, i’ll be ready, in an equally snazzy, but different, standard “dyke issued”…leaving the apartment and going out costume.

the three stages of readiness: my cargos and polo, with a pop of chartreuse for “luck” and “vivaciousness.” i never leave without my kismet…It’s fate! “beginning with fresh top notes of sweet orange and lavender;  followed by a sleek woody blend of patchouli, incense and golden amber embracing the heart and soul inside oneself.” and, there you have it…

tomorrow, tomorrow…

we’ll start the day tomorrow with a song or two

tomorrow, tomorrow

we’ll start the day tomorrow with a smile for you

til then i hope you’re feeling happy
til then i hope your day is snappy

tomorrow, tomorrow

it soon will be tomorrow and be our day
we will say a very happy tomorrow to you

https://youtu.be/rr0xqtFo3Xo

mr. rogers used to sing that song, when he was taking his tennis shoes off, and leaving the show for the day. 

i always felt secure when i watched that show, because i knew that he never varied his routine. he came in and changed. he left and changed back. no surprises. 

i absolutely hated his land of make believe. those puppets were old and hideous…especially lady elaine fairchild. i will cop to having a minor crush on lady aberlin at one time, when i was like seven.

so, the significance of tomorrow, tomorrow…is that tomorrow, while yes, it’s only a day away (yes, i know. it’s a different song)…or a few hours…it is the day that my “homegirl,” l***a is coming to have an epic, vegas adventure with me!!!

first stop…whiskey experience at the venetian, where buggs and i have been invited to stay with her and her husband. so, no meds for me tomorrow…because i haven’t had more than one whiskey sour, on occasion…the three times that i went out with the girls.

and, i haven’t been out…truly motherfucking out, since i lived with k***y. so, i’m going to soak up all of the fun, adventure, and spontaniety that i can, while i have someone(s) who actually wants to do stuff, with me.

tomorrow is going to be a very good day…

i am so excited…

i just got a call from my friend, l***a, that used to be my neighbor. she was calling to remind me that, she and her husband will be arriving next sunday.

i hadn’t forgotten. i’d been looking forward to it, but it got pushed to the back of my mind, with everything that’s been going on lately. 

she told me to have my list ready of all of the fun things that we can do and see. her husband has a conference and she will have a rental car. we can just go anywhere.

i am so excited to see my old friend of about 35 years. the last time i saw her was in 1994, 23 years ago. i am also excited to meet her new husband.

hope is all around me. i need to focus on that more and less on extraneous things that are ultimately of no consequence. i am really trying…