spy pond art

[djcliche]

these are from a couple weeks ago (approximately)... the day i swam out to the island on spy pond. i went to the park to do some painting. that was what my gut told me to do that day. it also told me not to go home, so i waited but i had to pee wicked bad and was either gonna have to go home or jump in the water, and at the last second i realized i

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[beardedtraveler]

Your Red Sox hat disappeared for a few months??
What happened there?

[djcliche]

yes, it did. long story, but i have it back now (:

[jacq22]

I am glad you filled in the gaps, had wondered what had happened Jymi, coming back to look properly at this and the art. Quiter a story Jymi...

[djcliche]

yes indeed. i will copy and paste something from where i posted it on facebook too. someone asked

[djcliche]

anyway, i thought you might enjoy that part of the story... also, when i was on the island with the goose, i kept referring to her in my head as "mother goose" (like "hmmm, what's mother goose up to now?") which made me think about my "sort of grandmother, Do, who was my grammy lorraine's best friend. she had 2 best friends, Do (dorothy) and Jacqui (or Jackie) who was actually my grammy's cousin... and the 3 of them were best best friends, but my grammy died when i was 4 and Do kind of became my grandmother, and she used to always read me mother goose folktale stories and as i was sitting on the island with "mother goose" thinking how weak i was and how hard it would be to swim back, i immediately thought of the story of the boy who cried wolf... and how that one seemed to be the one that Do was always using as a metaphor for me, even in my early childhood and considering all my hospitalizations and my 2 suicide attempts, etc etc, i was like "shit. they might not even bother with me at this point" but then i pushed that out of my mind