August 14, 2010

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor heat, nor mosquitoes..scratch that.

Went for a motorcycle ride today. It was hot. Ran into some redneck bikers at breakfast. Super assholes.  Wondered how much longer I could last here. Tried to imagine living in a civilized environment. Wondered if I would like New York. Remembered I owned a 71-pound dog with no manners.

Came home, went out into the studio. I was done in by something like 8-10 mosquito bites within as many seconds. I don't know what happened. It was a blur. I was at the easel painting. Had just finished applying roughly spraying 6 golden rings on a canvas when I thought my legs were being eaten alive. Couldn't see anything. Started scratching. Didn't think about the oil paint that had gotten on my fingers. Ran inside. Doused my legs in alcohol and witch hazel. Would have thrown acid on them if there was any around. Washed my legs with soap and water. Sat down with the a/c on and ate cherries. Cursed insects. Made fresh-brewed iced tea. Wondered if I would like New York. Remembered I owned a 71-pound dog with no manners.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wonder how you've lasted this long.
Kel

Carla said...

The redneck male is a nasty species.

Anonymous said...

Females too. Yahoo bikers outside the cafe said, "I guess our bikes are in your way." And then they didn't move them.
mah

Carla said...

Whenever I leave the midwest for a prolonged period, I'm always shocked upon return, by the simmering hostility here. It's not everyone nor everywhere, of course, but it's there, and I do feel it's negative influence.

Anonymous said...

ugh!

we refer to our 50 lb dobielab who is socially awkward and, at times, vocally abusive as our furball and chain.

It's over.

Nov 7, 2020. Tears of joy and relief. It's been unreal and I'm ready to get back to a sense of normalcy. The desert has been tough.