Heh heh...we transplanted southerners ain't proud...we'll adopt most anyone who stays longer than 5 minutes.
There is still a part of that native born coastal Southern California beach rat in me...that part that is drawn to the ocean...too bad it's the whole dagnabbed state away from these mountains I also love.
Remains to be seen if I'm a good match for this place. I just know the Wild Child/Woman is aching to be let loose again. I found a jewelry making class to take at the Art School in our liddle podunk Art Museum in September. Methinks it's time to break out of these 4 walls and get m'self INTO the art world even if only on the periphery.
Yesterday while at...shhhh...WallyWorld...I bought some very colorful material and doo-dads to make scarves for my growing collection of straw hats circulating the floor lamp in m'bedrum.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: WOO HOO, WHAT A RIDE!
– – Unknown