Friday, March 28, 2014
Yesterday on my way home from work I passed this oil painting, sitting forlornly out on the sidewalk, drawing curious glances from passersby.
I'm sure there must be a story here. Did the subject of the painting hate it and throw it away? Or maybe it's a former boyfriend or partner or significant other?
Whoever threw the painting out didn't abuse it in any way, so I guess they weren't that angry. Maybe they're hoping someone else will give it a home.
I think his name is Nico. Or maybe Gerardo.
(I hope the title of this post didn't have you thinking I'd be talking about any of my ex-boyfriends. What a bait-and-switch!)
My cold is still sticking with me. It's a very low-key cold. I'm not sniffling or sneezing, I just have a scratchy throat and my energy levels are lower. I haven't called in sick to work, though I have mixed feelings about the wisdom of sitting at the library circulation desk and doling out germs like Typhoid Mary. I wash my hands a lot and hope for the best!
I haven't heard much from Dave, though I know he and his students and coworkers got to the hotel in Paris, which is apparently near Euro-Disney. (Not a part of Paris I've ever wanted to visit, you know?) I told him to say hi to Mickey -- or is it Michel?