Potpourri for a thousand, Alex…

I’ve Stared Evil in the Eye….and thy name is poison ivy.

You thought I was going to out her and post an unattractive photo, didn’t you, Meno?

So ten days ago, we went on a walk in the woods for what is best described as a covert mission under don’t ask, don’t tell.The trail to the lake was flanked with the diabolical three leafed vine. It was never a question of whether I would get a poison ivy rash, but how far would it it spread and how long will it last.

It took almost five days for it to appear in all its glory. Undoubtedly it started with a patch the size of nickel, until I spread it to my stomach, neck and shoulder. Nice. While not as grotesques as previous outbreaks, I had to beg for a poison ivy pity fuck.

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I hate not posting a blogroll, but since my familial stalker has been lurking on blogs I linked to, I feel more protective about such things. I see no need in the rest of you being stalked be someone emotionally unbalanced.

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I visit Woolgathering and Urban Sketchers, drawing blogs. I like the goal of sketching everyday, but I lack the discipline necessary. I can’t commit to a regular exercise schedule, so executing a drawing a day seems unrealistic, but taking the time to sketch more frequently…

This week, we’re been spending evenings downtown on the riverfront attending concerts. Typically, we arrive a couple hours before the concert to claim a spot for our lawn chairs. I’ve been passing the time before performances with my sketchbook. It isn’t about productivity, it’s about developing good habits, do for the sake of doing and eventually it will come naturally.

Opening Night Stage. Willie Nelson performance.