Progress is being made but my god, am I slow-- so slow. Putz putz putz is pretty much the pace and as I just typed that, I realized putz as a noun has an entirely different meaning in Yiddish slang-- oh well-- if there is anything I am not doing today is going back and ripping out words. No sir-- here, let me distract you with a flash of thigh.
The funny thing is-- it feels so good and if my one camera that is pretending to have a full memory card was not being such a, wait for it-- putz, then I could have real shots of some areas of the apartment that are coming together.
Okay-- that was a total lie. There is not one spot in this entire place that is "done."
And, in this moment, you gotta wonder-- will it EVER? But, keep the faith-- things are finding their place and it really is feeling good. Slow, but good.
that Tracey gifted me in NYC last February
as the ambient street light is requiring a black-out shade
that has yet to be procured
Until the office/studio is divested of its floor-to-ceiling boxes and guff, behold the temporary desk cum dining table:
Time to eat, walk the dogs-- and then, unpack, sort, dawdle, putz putz putz and putter.
Someday, someday it will be done.