Falling Off the Side of the World

We arrived back from Oklahoma on Monday night later than we expected.  Settling back in is always challenging for me-the suitcases sit with clothes spilling over the sides as chores from a week ago remain undone.  Another day won't hurt!

It seems like life is flying past me at the moment.  There is really quite a lot going on with us and with friends, but I can feel myself checking out-drifting away from anything but here and now.  Miles is a bit sick and this morning I have a sore throat and swollen glands.  My low immunity seems to be a theme this year.  This week I've found myself wandering aimlessly back and forth from the kitchen in the past few days-what shall I take for malaise?  Eat?  How do I take care of myself again?  Sheesh.

I received my copy of The Guerilla Art Kit, and Miles and I made 6 installments around town yesterday.  I am exhilarated by Keri's ideas and her ability to take a simple concept and make a grassroots revolution out of it.  Opening up and reading the first 20 pages completely changed the course of my day, and I have to wonder if anyone took our artwork home and how those who saw the work were affected.  We used about 90% recycled materials, mainly the envelopes from junk mail and magazine inserts.  It gave me a buzz to think of putting garbage to work, giving it a much more important job than it was orginally designed for.  I enjoyed the exercise to determine what thoughts I'd like to put into people's heads as guiding principle for the pieces we assembled-it helped me narrow down what messages I'm, uh, living my life to promote as a result of my experiences and who I am-how intimate!  Part of me wants to drive around and see what remains today!  Trying to be a stealthy ninja spy while placing the art was fun, but I don't think the CIA will be recruiting me for any black ops divisions soon-I think someone spotted me twice!  But what, fun-I am telling you.  This town needs some color and liveliness, and we felt so excited to contribute to the mystery and fun of perfect strangers interacting with us.  What a fun rush!  Thank you, Keri-you are a beautiful renegade. I can see and feel how you are changing the world, one stick of chalk at a time.

I've got a copy of Real Simple (bit of an oxymoron for all the consumption they promote) magazine's special family edition.  I snatched it up at Phoenix airport because as I held it, it magically fell open to Heather Armstrong's (affectionately known to her readers as Dooce, as if all of you don't already worship her offbeat humor-so why am I even writing this?) letter to her daughter.  An added bonus is a letter from Rob Corddry to his daughter is featured, too.  Jackpot.  Funny stuff. 

Here is a shot from Uncle Rick and Aunt Pamela's ranch on the plains, miles from anything but a super Walmart, where the gravel roads have no street signs and seed ticks rule your ankles...

Thems turkeys.

More photos of Indian territory when I return.  Until then, go buy Keri's book!

Comments

[HerbanGirl]

I love that you're back and I can peek in on your world. I missed and miss you! Sending you much, much love right now. Let's talk soon!

XOXO

P.S. If I could, I would drive down to B'town right now and go renegade art hunting!

[wendy]

yeah! welcome back...we've missed you so.
xoxo

[holli]

yup, thems turkeys alright.

come back!