Here are my thoughts and ramblings about my life as an artist. Whatever endeavor I take on, the creative process is a unique journey to discover wondrous hidden treasures bubbling my soul. Each painting, each photograph has its own challenges. The learning process and evolution is a continuous journey, but one that brings me much joy.
The explorations of creativity are fascinating and fulfilling. I hope you enjoy and find inspiration of your own.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Travels with Sasha Day 12
Saturday finds me
at McDonald’s by 8:30 a.m. This is not the most comfortable place to work, but
I have a seat right near the cashier (or whatever you call them) and she allows
me to pass my cord over the low wall and she plugs it in to an outlet at the
register so I don’t have to work off the battery. I’m not a McD’s fan, but
figure I need to order something. Two hash browns and a medium orange juice
will hold me for awhile. Later a coffee is ordered; people have said the coffee
is good here and they are right.
It’s good to have
internet access again and I check email and Facebook messages before buckling
down to work on the newspaper. The editing comes first and sometimes a writer
needs to be contacted for clarification or I message Annette with questions.
The day goes on. The To Edit folder empties and the calendar is done. There isn’t
anything to add to the docket. My Bradford Neighbor column is last for the day.
I order chicken nuggets and fries to again “pay” for allowing me to sit here
The place is
distracting, though. I can’t believe the number of people who come to McDonald’s
during the day. Is it just this place or are most McD’s this busy? Sometimes I
look out to see if there is a bus as the steady stream enters the door. How
horrible to eat this food all the time! I guess McDonald’s never has to worry
about going out of business. (A wave of sorrow passes over me as I think about
all the mom and pop-local people businesses that cannot get enough customers to
make it and yet these huge chains suck all the business out of the areas.)
The work is
finished at 4:30 and I head back to Andrea’s. She is out on the back patio with
Carol and Rich. I join their lively conversations. What great people! Later,
Lance fires up the grill and cooks up chicken while Andrea makes cole slaw and
beans. Another good meal with good friends! It doesn’t get any better than
I am so thankful
for this time. Normally, I would be sitting home all alone (well, me ‘n Pele).