Hi everybody! Happy 2014. I think I’m gonna stick with this blog that’s now moving forward since this is a new year.
You know, I did this trip driving across the country. Some people say, “What’s the big deal? It’s not like it’s brain surgery or anything.” Ha ha ha. Let me just describe my schedule. I don’t know if I did before, but just bear with me. I got up at 7 am. Had breakfast at 8 am. We checked out of the hotel, was on the road by 9 am. I stood up with help at 10:30. Drove another hour and a half until lunch, 12:30 had lunch. And then drove until 1:30 where I slept until 2:30. Stood up and then drove until 5 pm. Mind you, we had to drive at 50 mph max because of my vision. This was for a whole month. It wasn’t easy. It was really tough, in fact. In ’79, I ran across America, and that was like a walk in the park compared to this. I think I’m still recovering. I just thought I’d share that with you.
You know what my profound thought of the week is? Art is therapy. Therapy is life. Therefore, Art is LIfe. That’s my profound thought of the week. And that’s how I live right now, through the art of photography and the art of drawing. They both keep me well, sane, kind of sane. It’s been tough, the past few weeks. I got a cold and it really knocks me on my ass. That and dealing with my private life which is very dramatic, makes things kind of difficult. Man, I need a vacation.
My little one was here. That really lifted my spirits. Man, that kid’s smart. She read books to me. Played cards, made me a suit. Just kidding about the suit. She’s a great kid. I’m very lucky. Anyway, it was great to see her. I won’t see her now for like, well, almost two months, but it’ll mean a lot to me when I see her again.
You know what, Paris has been calling me lately (not Paris Hilton). I saw a movie about Paris, meeting my friends and talking about Paris. My friend from Paris is coming here to visit me. It makes me want to go back there and live again. Good times. But you know what, that was then and this is now. If I went back to Paris, it wouldn’t be the same. I had a good time when I lived there. It’s just a memory now. Although, I would love to sit in a cafe again.
Not much else to report. I’m getting tired of this shit. It’s been like 4 years now, but I’m getting better. It’s so slow, it’s unbelievable, but there’s progress. Anyone out there going through something similar, hang in there. Happy New Year to you guys. I’ll share some photos with you and the link to my other blog. This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice