I am starting to get used to the daily routine here. I wake up and drink an iced coffee, I look at pretty cactus plants and watch wild animals scurry past my yard. I have started to take long walks and generally end up catching a nap midday.I have been listening to my old records again, and checking out some of my old books. It's like a perpetual vacation mode that takes a little bit of getting used too. I find my brain trying to multitask things, attempting to organize things. Something about these long peaceful days that my brain is still unable to process. I want to finish setting up my art space and supplies and get down to creative business. These past 8 months I struggled to find alone time to make things. Inspiration is everywhere out here! Every day here is sort of like a Twin Peaks episode. There are cowboys, quilters, psychedelic artisans, mysterious drifters. So far I like all of them. I see interesting things all day that make me wonder why these other folks have dropped out of society and decided to make a nest here? I find myself having more genuine conversations, and am often fascinated by the locals handiwork. Some of my favorite things I have discovered within 5 minutes of my home are:
when I wandered down the path and saw this enormous purple ape I asked "what's up with this?" and a local simply said "they just got it today and their filling it up with air" Ooops, my bad. I should have known grape apes are totally norm out here.