After sword practice I got fish & chips and ate them in the sun in my red convertible at Dixon Beach, watching the sea and the parade of people out jogging & walking their dogs and babies.
I had another fabulous drive on Sunday to Wollombi. I love the road where the trees meet in an arch above me, the moist smell and ringing of the bell-birds.
My sister and mother and I had lunch on the verandah of a private vinyard. I like to be exclusive. The nice lady there made us an antipasto plate. My sister & I had a shot of the vinyards special lemoncello and we had a glass of their white wine. My sister was funny, she was a bit tipsy and sort of skipping and flapping her hands because she loves having a ride in my car.
A friendly caterpillar joined us for lunch and hitched a ride home on my dress, which I discovered when I when I was trying to have a nap on the lounge but was disturbed by his squishiness on my leg.
We had a lovely day.
I showed my mother a photo of my nearly completed painting. Unfortunately for my life, she can never say anything positive about anything I have ever done.
She said "I don't like the big monster".
I was about to leave so I didn't let it spoil the lovely day. But the remark stayed with me all day as my temperamental, artistic ego spent the next day finishing my grandest work of art.
In the afternoon, after about 6 weeks, it was finished. I was so excited I wanted to show my boys so I drove out to where they live.
I'll put it down to the idea that they were excited to see me, but they behaved like idiots. I didn't get a very positive response from them either, they were more into running around whipping each other with stalks of grass.
They are 16 & 20 and I felt disappointed that they haven't grown up at all.
That night I was feeling quite angry, not yogic at all, just bruised artistic ego. I knew that my painting was stupendous. But I felt like I wanted to punch a hole in it. I felt that my work was futile. I took it down off facebook, where it was unappreciated. All a friend had said was 'interesting composition'.
It's a very large painting, perhaps it doesn't translate well into a tiny photo.
I went out for a walk in the cool night air to try and cure my bad mood.
Unfortunately a man followed me up the street yelling abuse down his phone at his girl friend. I seriously didn't need his negative energy following me up the street.
He ducked up a side lane and I thought "That's good, I won't have to deal with him."
BUT when I came around the corner to my car park, he had overtaken me and was still yelling down his phone, "Why don't you shut the fuck up?"
So I yelled at him "Why don't you shut the fuck up?"
He says, "Are you going to make me?"
And I say "Yeah."
He says "Its none of your fucking business."
And I say, "You made it my business by yelling abuse at me for the whole block"
He goes, "Well go on then."
And I land an right uppercut on his jaw.
He was so shocked.
By now 2 nice young me who had been walking through the car park come up to defer the situation.
The guy goes, "Go on, do it again" (with some other nasty words)
And I land a right-cross to his jaw.
None of them thought I would, but they didn't know that I'm a black belt in a bad mood.
The two nice young guys, step in and pursuade the horrible, yelling man to leave. I bet he was glad to get away.
I calmed down.
When I came inside, I felt so much better.
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