No one could help me. And I don't know why I couldn't just get in the car and drive home.
Of course there was the part of the dream where I told the young and idealistic girl why artists who made lots of money hadn't necessarily sold out. I told her, "Look, to be able to earn your living doing your art is the finest thing there can possibly be. And we live in a real world where we have to eat and have shelter and so we have to find a balance between our art, our ideals, and those realities."
Okay. WHY? This is not a debate I have in my head as far as I know. And yet, it must be there. And how would I know anything about earning a living through art?
Here's what the mean streets of Lloyd looked like when I went out to get the paper and feed the cat this morning.
Sort of pretty, isn't it?
Well, those boys will be here soon. I guess I'll go whip up some healthy smoothies in preparation. That's as far as the lesson plan for MerMer's Day Care goes for today. Drink smoothies.
Also- try to stem the anxiety. Mine. Which I am having. I'm pretty sure that neither Owen nor Gibson has much anxiety. I hope they never do.
One more thing- why is it the last day of March and I am having to wear a sweater AND a jacket? Three of the hens slept together in one nest last night to try and stay warm. It's supposed to get up to 77 today. That would be nice for the chickens and the people too.
All of us who live on the Mean Streets of Lloyd.