Jus' Mozyin' 'Long

Sometimes I get so frustrated with how slowly I move throuh the day. Sometimes that sloth turns out to be a blessing in disguise.

My original intention was to send the afternoon and evening at the Asian Festival in Franklin Park. Due to my slowness in tending to daily tasks and getting prepared to go, I didn't arrive until 6 PM. By that time, I had already missed the performances on all but the Amphitheater (main) stage. Even worse, I had just missed my friend Eric "the Fish" giving his taiko drumming workshop. There were but four acts remaining by the time I reached the Amphitheater.

Even so, that little bit of time was suffiecient for me to draw some creative inspiration. I came home with 364 digital photos to download. It will probably take me the rest of today to decide which to edit, which to save and which to delete. I love the freedom that going digital has given me! Time wasn't a limitation in this instance--only the limitations of the memory card.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this entry, yesterday's sloth turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Amon the benefits of my late start.
--I missed the heat and crowds of mid-day and was able to park less that 100 feet from the food court.
--I got to listen to all my favorite Saturday afternoon radio programs on NPR. That includes the final episode of Unfinished Journeys: The Lewis & Clark Expedition, the radio series where my friend "Mister Jefferson" serves as the voice of Thomas Jefferson.
--I ran into one of my writing guild sisters and got the update about next month's meeting. I might have missed it otherwise because the messages are going astray.
--I still got there in time to shake a tailfeather with the bhangra dancers. Good times!

Today's plans went amiss almost from the start. This was intended to be my day set aside for writing projects. I was hoping to do my writing while I had the house all to myself. Mom decided to pull the old switcheroo.

She called almost as soon as I was out of bed to ask if she could come visit today rather than tomorrow as previously arranged. Nick is in Cincinnati this weekend so we don't have to whisper or tip-toe like we do when he is home trying to sleep. I could see the logic in her request, so I relented. But now the pressure will be on for tomorrow.

Mom left here about lunchtime. Since then, I have been editing my photos from the past week's events and catching up on correspondence. Soon I will break for dinner so I can come to the stroke trek chat at 8 PM EDT.

Before I get offline, I'll want to check out this week's Style Invitational. Last week I inked for the Honorable Mentions' alternate title. So now I have my two inks for Year 14. Already I am qualfied for a personal invitation to next year's Flushies. Hot damn!

Strokesmodel Action Figure (smaller than actual size)

Posted because sometimes it helps to have a visual to go with the narrative.

Is This Thing On?

This is my maiden post on my newest blog attempt. I'm not really sure why I am even trying this again. Well, that isn't quite accurate. A writing friend and mentor just shared her new blog with me. That got me all inspired and energized. The trick will be to find the inspiration and motivation to keep plodding on once the initial creative energy burst wears off.

That may be the impetus for continuing this particular blog. As The Strokesmodel, I have been gimping along for almost 11 years into my new life. Something or some One presses me to move forward with each new day. Call it "Passion." Call it "My Higher Power." This blog will give me the opportunity to ruminate on those sources of power and empowerment that move me. Alternately, I can blast away at those opposing forces that block me.

This afternoon, I will be heading out to the Asian Festival at Franklin Park. The weather promises to cooperate, so I am looking forward to finding lots of creative grist at the festival. Before I go, though, I'd better recharge my camera batteries...