Living in a Day-Quil haze today after spreading my tiny wings and flying away last night with the Glitter Chariot. To be honest I didn’t do much. I bought some orange paint for Chuck’s thighs. I fed the Key Grip’s dog. I bought three cases of beer. Still, it was exhausting. Melissa spent 14 hours on set. We slept like statues. Here is an interesting statistic I just made up:
5% of the population does not produce art due to a lack of interest or talent.
The other 95% do not product art because it is too much hard work. This includes writing, painting, quilting, music, and macrame.
Still, I am building up chi, or prana, or chutzpa if you prefer, to write something of merit- if only a few words. You can’t force it, you can only sit on your word eggs and wait.
Meanwhile, this bicycle seeking adventure continues. In my heart I have narrowed it down the this humble Santa Cruz Aluminum Highball, which is a fine ride for the money.
The problem is that rumors and whispers of other options keep drifting to my attention. The latest is an unlikely lead on an Ellsworth Evolve, which if you don’t know what that is, then you must not be here for the bikes.
If anyone out there is slower to make a decision and commit to a purchase than I am, let me know. I feel pretty alone out here in wishy washy land. I like to finesse my way into a purchase like easing into a scalding hot bath.