Friday, November 19, 2004
This morning I brewed a cup of tea, snuggled on the couch and turned on Oprah to see a large homely husband/wife team talk about swinging. Ten minutes of that and I was so turned off by the idea of ghastly sex with weirdoes that I turned off the teevee.
Instead I pulled a chair up to the window and watched the fog evaporate off the water and I became very sad because I realized that I would never have enough time to read all of the books, paint all of the paintings, write all of the books and plays, make all of the sculptures, and travel to all of the places in the world I want to see in one lifetime. Well maybe I could do the travel. After all there are only so many places on earth. But the creative stuff…well that’s infinite. Even with the books, more are published all of the time and I am not done with the classics yet. And the art manifesting anew from my brain…well that changes and develops in cycles, then morphs and becomes something up-to-the-minute and I just won’t have enough time.
I knew that had to be a catch to this whole lifetime cruise.
