“As much as it pains me to say it,” said my mother, “you needed to move to Toronto, and you’re not ready to move yet. You’ve had to struggle and everything you’ve gained you’ve had to work for. It hasn’t been easy for you, or us.”
My sister sent me a link about Morning Pages tonight. It sounds kind of interesting. Has anybody done this? Thoughts?
It was about nine years ago when I conceived the idea for Letters’ Lounge, a website where you submit anonymous letters. It’s probably been about seven years since I’ve done anything with it. This morning, I was thinking about it again.
Last night, my cousin invited me to an art event. It was an art battle: two rounds of eight artists painting for 20 minutes. Two winners from each of the rounds competed in a third round for the championship. It was a pretty entertaining event. I’d go again.
Yesterday, I bought the new 10.5″ iPad Pro, the companion keyboard, and the Apple Pencil. As you might already suspect, I’m writing this post on my new iPad. And, it’s amazing.
Hanging. I can picture your body, broken from the neck up, hanging from the trusses in your metal shop. There’s a ladder lying on the floor that you kicked over before the rope was quickly made taut by the weight of your body.