Saturday, June 10, 2006

Road trip

My cousin's 60th birthday is this weekend. Huge gathering near Palm Springs -- she told me 24 cousins, and 24 therapists, which is hilarious, given our family insanities. But this is a special birthday, because she was treated for colon cancer about a year ago. That cancer was found by accident -- she'd gone to the doctor for another, routine exam -- was refered to another doctor, found a blockage, and turned out to be a stage 3 colon cancer; one lymphnode away from stage 4. It was scary.

Along the way, I will deploy some of my anti-war soldiers -- 29 Palms, or Joshua Tree -- tagged with "Bring us home from Iraq" -- just put them out there for people to see.

I'm in slow motion this morning. Can't quite get a move on. Work was stressful this week, and I'm at a funny place. Many of my friends are retiring. Through blogging I am remembering that my real path has always been fine art, and I'm in the middle of a resentment: Why do I have to work at an office job when I have a Masters of Fine Art? It sounds like such a whinge as I write it, but my innards are having a temper tantrum. And I like my job, go figure. It allows me to travel the world at a level I'd not be able to afford otherwise.

Still, I need to find time and space to paint. To write. I'm taking an Improv class which is great fun, but it is a means to another end. Not sure what that means yet, I just know that I am on a path and I don't know where it is leading me.

So on a longish drive today, I will have some good time to stop and take photographs, and to deploy plastic soldiers, and think. Same thing on Sunday, a meander home.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Have a good road trip. Your meandering will be good for the soul, especially when you stop to plant little plastic soldiers along the way.

Anonymous said...

Have a good road trip. Your meandering will be good for the soul, especially when you stop to plant little plastic soldiers along the way.

Sue said...

Divajood,

Kiss my nephew if you see him at 29 palms! He's there!

DivaJood said...

Sue, I got in and out so fast I didn't even stop to take pictures. I just had visions of me calling my cousin "Um, CAT? I'm in a federal prison, because I put a bunch of toy soldiers protesting the war, and so I think I'll have to miss the party. Your candle is melting in the back seat."

I went into a gas station, picked up some snack food, left some soldiers, and left. Yes, I'm a wimp.