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I have suffered from Foot in Mouth Disorder for many lifetimes now.  I
have come to accept the fact…sometimes. Today on the telephone I was
reminded by certain inflections in my sister Sarah’s voice, of special
times in my childhood with her..Our youth…I wanted to communicate to
her my love for her…here is where the foot entered the mouth..I said,
"I know that I have been remiss in not visiting you and that you have
been remiss in not visiting me"…bad move…she got angry as she often
does…and more or less said goodbye…this short of hanging up on me.
I should have just kept my mouth shut about her not visiting me.  She
has lived in Oklahoma her entire life. Mexico probably frightens her.
She goes to places like Pensacola where it is White and red neckish
The stuff that Obama is getting flack for now about the people in
Pennsylvania applies to the likes of my sister…their world view is
absolutely limited…She said she was going to vote for Obama, but she
feared he was the Anti-Christ…I shake my head and hope that she may
have been kidding…but one has to wonder…so weird.  The important
thing is for me to own my part of the conversation…where she went
with it is her drama.  I have avoided Oklahoma all these years…the
Past…My Family Drama there…and quite frankly the pervasive limited
viewpoint of a good majority of its inhabitants.  I silently shake my
head as I view my roots.

Included is a great photo taken by the talented photographer, Mark Powell, who lives in Mexico City.  This photo will be included in a show that he is doing about reverse immigration here in Mexico…Mark has become a new good friend.  Gracias, Mark!

Patrice sent this photo of life in Centro Historico in Mexico City.  People put up with this everyday…and I am having difficulty applying rhinestones to anatomically correct clay hearts?   At least I am not stuck in this day to day living. While I write this, I photograph a house fly that is trapped under the glass of my desk (lots of activity at this desk lately).  I am much luckier than that house fly…..

I am having trouble getting unstuck and moving on with this mirror commission.  I could give all kinds of excuses….but the truth is:  I am procrastinating for no reason.  I just need to not worry and join the dance on the fuchsia frame waiting for me in the studio and remember that I need to put my inner editor in my pocket and have fun…no holds…nothing in the way…go to heaven now!  Bees buzzing in the sky…By the way, Richard bought me some very cool, understated, and really cheap foot covers for my birthday…Gracias, Richard!

I found this photo of Richard and I taken two weeks ago at the Beach…I like it…that’s all, as I type these words, birds fly over our house reflected in the glass of the desk…wish you could see this phenomena….

Where did I go now?
To get tiles…
What did I do there?
I bought the wrong white….I went to Delores Hidalgo today to buy more tiles for the roof of Casa K…however, I got the wrong white ones.  The problem was solved and they delivered the correct color and took the others back…How do you like the roof?  Anyone remember the tune to the above title?  I do and I really loved that AM pop psychedelic serving when it came out way back in 1967 by the Small Faces.  My Oklahoma-ized soul was opening to the world and this song was part of the soundtrack along with The Doors, Beatles and Jimi
…we’ll touch the sky there (It’s All Too Beautiful)…wasn’t this post about tiles?