They are tearing our mall up and turning it back into a street. Bits of concrete and dust everywhere. Fences with shadecloth and that weird orange mesh to mark holes in the ground. It's great. I think I almost like it better than the trees. The fences change each weekend I am here.
Somewhat pissed I made a mess on a small square of canvas last night with some paint and in the morning light I wonder what I can do to it to make it look nice. Perhaps you have never heard of Mr Squiggle? It was a childrens show where kids would post in some scribble and Mr Squiggle would turn it into a picture of something with his pencil nose whilst it was upside down on a talking grumpy blackboard.
I lack Mr Squiggles skills. It may never look nice.
Sadly, I am no artist. I know bugger all about painting. I am not much interested in learning. Strangely though, every now and then, I get the urge to smack paint on a surface. Perhaps it is just some kind of thwarted vocational urge showing itself and I was really meant to be a house painter?
Off in search of food.
P.S. second hand fridge gets delivered Monday -woot!