I'm working my way towards something with this one. I like painting in that there is no deceit. I am either where I want to be, or I am some distance from it. I am starting to develop some sort of religiosity to painting; I don't think it can be helped. I am presently sitting in MDW on my way to SJC. Had a wedge salad and an IPA. Someone nearby is wearing sandalwood. As a roommate, cgod burned a lot of sandalwood, and stocked our small bookshelf with nautical fiction. The olfactory system is amazing. My father's favorite uncle just died. He would be sad if he were here to be so. Thanks for the read, lil. Edit: No it was nag champa. Right smell, wrong name.
I'm sitting in the day surgery ward waiting with my mom. She will go into surgery for a malignant melanoma on her hand. The olfactory system IS amazing. I imagine there are hospital smells, but I wouldn't know. I was looking for the hospital coffee shop an hour ago. Someone helpfully said, "Follow your nose" assuming that I had a sense of smell. I don't. I learned that a melanoma is cancer in the melanin: the cells that control skin pigmentation. A melanoma, if not caught soon enough, can spread to the lymph nodes, and then I guess, everywhere. Wear sunscreen. Meanwhile, my mom says she's had a good run. She's almost 91. Now I will go back to waiting. The reading was fun to do, mk. I like when hubski distracts me.