9/30

A quick stop to the gallery
in the morning. Everybody is
Excited about it!

The other artists like the concept
Enjoy looking at the work, all of it
For-sale or not

9/29

How quickly the hours
Of the day did go, rushing for
Last minute things

And then late in the day how 
Nicely my show came together
With friends' help

9/28

Quiet enough Sunday
Work the gallery chat with people, waiting to
Hang my show.

9/27

A day spent finishing printing and doing web stuff,
Not sure how that will help as it seems contingent 
on many friends

And more acquaintances for one to reach, 
My list for both is limited. It is late, again when 
Finally I sleep.

9/26

Worried will it all fit, so clean, box and label
The paintings, then pack the car, take a break
Dinner with friends.

9/25

Still behind, still plugging through
Not much to write about as more needs
To be done

9/24

Everything I have done today 
Should’ve been finished weeks ago,
I am behind

9/23

Our friend leaves out early 
I am into the studio getting ready
For a show.

The last of the paintings are done
I have considered where they will go
In the gallery.

Paintings are done, I’m doing the pr I can,
Not a strong suit, and all I can think of,
Will anyone come.

9/22

We sit and talk about plans for his house,
Where to put the veranda, what pavers,
Making it home.

He is another of my friends who has just decided
And moved. Checked an area out and found it good,
And is going

What keeps me here?Why? Yet, where would
I want to go? What I want is to be here, with you.
Just not possible

9/21

Friends are walking in NYC for climate change
I am there in spirit, glad to hear from afar, as
I drove home.

These last few times I have left in a rush 
And needed to leave behind the go-go’s
I come home

To a very messy house and spend most 
Of the day cleaning and cooking as a friend
Is coming in.

9/20

However much I give consideration to traveling 
Less I am not and at least wish the travel were 
Spread out more

And yet, much as I wish for time where I live,
Too often time tends to stretch and dull,
Making me edgy.

9/19

Last paiting of this week and for the series.
We’re off for lobster, leave this, like many things, like me, 
Not finished, yet.

9/18

This is another delightful interlude and soon
All these friends go back to their own lives,
Their own families.

It has hurt in the past because you were
My whole family and now you are gone and 
I am alone.

Going back to solitary, which does still hurt,
But no longer in the same parts. I miss you and
I want more.

9/17

Painting is usually such a solitary thing
Yet I have found I like having others near,
Especially painting friends

9/16

In an ocean side resort several friends meet
To do art and to do togetherness
To do friendship

9/15

To walk beautiful city streets filled with life
Of all degrees, to walk in perfect air is
A wondrous thing

9/14

Early to rise and off on the road
A stop here and on to NYC to
See pure magic

It is, magic, to see anothers; creation
come to life before you in a whimsical way
filled with purity

Of thought and design and composition
Such that you are literally spellbound,
Transfigured in beauty

9/13

Some good painting, some good sales.
Some time spent with a friend is
The best time

9/12

Painting with a friend again this particular
Event, again mostly enjoying just the
Time spent together.

9/11

How do we not now remember this date.
How do we remember? With sorrow and
Sadness and hope.

9/10

Neap day, one visitor leaving,
Another coming, I address small cares
Around the house

9/9

The weather has been iffy and inbetween
We face the ocean winds and dine
In old inns.

9/8

Coffee brewing in the morning,
Dogs happy to greet a visitor,
Lots of talking

9/7

Quiet day puttering, that is, cleaning
And general neatening as a friend
Is coming in.

9/6

Had a good time painting, 
Met a few new people, didn’t
Mind the heat.

Enjoyed the town festivities.
Got first prize, peoples choice, judge
Bought this painting.

9/5

Over morning tea, online, 
Saw my hometown was hosting
A plein air.

So finished breakfast, loaded up,
Went to see if I could still sign up.
Well, I could.

Painted around town, three scenes
Starting with this, ending as the theater
Lights came on.

9/4

Did decide two small paintings 
I have done are not working at all,
Scrape them down.

Then start another of a buck and
It goes well, I am pleased with it,
A good painting

9/3

As any if us age, health becomes more and more
A concern. Mine,  well mine, is not static, I am
What I am,

Not so well as I was, but well enough. for now.
For onward? Who knows, I am reminded, I now
do it alone.

9/2

A morning helping a friend with her show
And then do the drive back. There are so many
Aspects here I

Love: the views, the land, the privacy but these 
last few trips, I have continued to wonder where
Is my home?

9/1

For all my life, this weekend has been always
A time to stay put. I sidestepped by visiting opposite
Of traffic flow

So could help a friend, and see another and
Be with people I like. Once was always with
Someone I loved

Beginning to appreciate being with others, when
They can give, is good. And being on my own,
Is also good.