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MONDAY 

NOT a lot happens on a Monday, no wrong, all kind of things happen on a Monday. I've noticed that Mondays and Tuesdays can pretty much break a whole week , but my worst day so far in my whole lifetime........ SUNDAY. 

I dont like it and i never ever will. 

Artistically speaking i am moving right along . A coat of varnish here , 3 hours on this here thang, and then disturbed sleep . Maybe this has something to do with the cravings for colors I've been having. I absolutely must have yellow-green, chartreuse , olive and sage , oh my! 

Healing. 

One mans last cigar is one womans treasure! I take care of cigar boxes, and I mean they do become different. Full of color . The one above is almost finished I just have to clean up the locks and hinges. 

This was an experiment. For both a window and as a necklace.  It's okay..... it'll do. 

And its building. 

There are days when I've talked to myself so much that in the end I dont have a word to put on paper. I met a man yesterday .... 87 years old..... served in korea as an airforceman. We conversed and it was heavy, he told me that he later went on to counsel the men who had unsuccessfully processed the sick decadence of war.   PTSD.  Yes I know what that is..... yes sir ! 

Anyway he sat there just absolutely bringing tears to my eyes as he reminisced about war days and war dogs and vile forms of everything all the while visualizing something else more pleasant whilst creating a slaughter. 

He discussed the pineal gland , and it's all mighty link to the true knowledge all humans are gifted with but so few care to discover. He spoke deep truths . I was stupefied. I was on the edge of my chair just looking as deeply into this "mans" eyes as I could, I mean, this was a once in a lifetime event. At once when I realized I was possibly talking to a ghost of a ghost the lady next to me , a young attractive hispanic lady got up to her place in line. 

Once she had paid for her medicine he came out of his vision quest of supreme-ness to remark .... now that's cute. 

And to me ....... at that minute..... he lost it all. 

goodnight