Note to self:
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville where I intend to return to draw and paint. It’s down over the grassy hill, a stone’s throw from the park. It would make a nice postcard.
Write a letter from Hume to Descartes.
Take Candy hunting downtown. Listen to what the bricks have to say. Listen. Don’t lick anything.
Write a poem for a passerby. Don’t stop smiling when you hand it to them. Don’t stop smiling when you say goodbye.
Go ahead, send the private message even though you’ve heard it is uncouth to do so. Don’t apologize. You didn’t know.
Golf? Don’t bother. The creek is flooded again and you can’t afford to lose another ball. Rather, go to the bar in the clubhouse and drink a draft or two on Charlie’s tab. But be sure to buy him dinner.
Find a good place for curry.
Swing by that pawn shop again. I have a good feeling.
Send a postcard from Plato to Socrates.
Stock up on postcards.
If you see a flicker, paint it. It has nowhere special to be presently and you’re in no particular hurry.
Catch a Tourists game when they’re in town. Count pitches. Beware the hotdogs. The beer, however, is good and cold.
Stay present. Be present for the words as they come. Be present for the writing, the ink, the paint. Sit. Stay. Enjoy the coffee.
A successful writer is one who is writing. If you cannot be present for the writing, then keep the notes ’til you get back here.
Oh boy, here comes the rain again.
Make Candices a raincoat when you return home.
Make a waterproof version of everything.
If the world’s heads look in on you again, stay fluid and shiny. Turn its glare back on itself. A child’s eyes stare it down still.
If given the chance to reflect on the notes taken in youth, remember where you came from and that your eyes were much better back then. Reconcile the sight with the vision.
Wear sensible headgear, such as a fedora; good for sitting tight in the merciless sun as well as the pouring rain.
Eat a salty sweet cookie once in a while. Call your mom. Call your dad. Brush your teeth. Kick a little more ass than yesterday, even though you’re on vacation.
Remember your dew rag and stay hydrated.