December 26, 2017

Boxing Day. Waiting for Brad to decide if he is going to visit or not– reminds me of when we were roommates, and he exuded the same will-he-or-won’t-he-aura, failing to show or sauntering in when he pleased with the same insouciance. Time did not break him of this, and I think it is beautiful. My guess is that he never met anyone who didn’t adore him, or if he did, he didn’t notice. Two bouts of painting ahead of my show, one in the morning, and one quite rare in the evening. The evening one ended in weeping, for I realized I was painting Titus the Cat crossing the rainbow bridge into Eternity. How long has he been gone, and I still can’t think of it?