Digging in the dirt.

Haunted?
Luckily I am not haunted by much.
There are things that I think about, things I mull.
Does this count?
I have made it so far pretty good alright.
That is a thing my Dad says.
Pretty good alright.
Am I lucky?
I think a little bit yes and a little bit no.
Things happen.
That is what life is.
A lot of things happening.
Always.

You observe.
You react.
You remember.
You forget.

I was in the garage looking at the paper I just bought.
Having a stare down with the paper.
The paper was making me question too many things.
The paints in their cups.
Brushes in water.

But you know, I thought about how I am only alive for one time, and these moments in the garage are few and far between.
The hours I spend thinking about drawing far out weigh the hours I spend drawing.
No choice there really.
But the times I have to do what I want, those times are precious and valuable.

I suppose the same could be said for many other things, in many other instances.
Life is always happening.
Until it isn't.

I posted new drawings on my website.
You can see what I am talking about.
navajothunder
lovamtewh

This day of days.

Today was work.
It was extra work.
Extra work for me.

That is another one of my many haikus that I have written.
I am sure there are others.
Help me find them.

I swear that today I was ready to do some vigilante type maneuvers at work.
I was preparing to take matters into my own hands.
I worked with a dude that just seemed to get every single thing wrong today.

I stood in the cold rain.
I stood in the wind.
I cut my hand and was bleeding everywhere.
I hung three framed photographs perfectly.
I lifted and moved three separate crates.
Those crates were very heavy.

And I felt like I did all of these things wearing a jacket stuffed with bricks because of my "co-worker".

There were several times that I considered ditching him.
"HENRY!"
"PUNCH IT!"

And Henry probably would have.
Because he is a good co-worker.
And some things go unspoken between men.

Anyways.
I hope you are well.
I am doing alright.
lvoamthwe

Celebrity!

Dudes! It is so rainy outside! I woke up and I was all like, "Oh HELL no!"
I had my birthday.
It was just a day.

Now I am moving on.
I am reading a book called What is the What?
It is about the Lost Boys of Sudan.
It is very interesting, and at the same time sad and guilt inducing.
Maybe not intentionally, but you know what I mean.
Like when you take some time to think about how your life compares to people with so much less.
And I am not talking about the material things in life.
I am talking about the people that are displaced all over the world, with no place to settle down and live their lives.

It makes me feel grateful that the things that I have are the things that I have.

I was looking at this picture in the paper, it had an old jeep that was all burned out, and there was a mob of Kenyans standing around it while they burned a pile of tires on top of the jeep. They were all angry because of the recent assassination of one of their leaders. A man that was working, trying to heal his country.
He got dragged out of his car and shot in front of his house.

The book I am reading helps to explain a bit why things are the way that they are in Africa.
There was also another book called The Poisonwood Bible that explained how the tribes in the congo all were turned against each other back in the 50's and 60's.

But it is something that feels to me like there is probably so much more to it than you can learn from two semi fictional books.
There are problems that are probably only known to those that live there.