Karin Batten, acrylic, pumice, dye, charcoal, black magma, and glue
We leave tomorrow. I went to the gym today, Monday of Memorial Day weekend, Driving down High Street was an easy ride, all the lights were with me, over the speed bumps installed recently, to what end I don’t know, the speed bumps went in on all the side streets to discourage drug traffic and to keep speeding down to a minimum, and I guess it was time for High Street to get the same treatment, the main thoroughfare down to Highway 17 and the industrial side of town. All the gas stations were charging the same price $4.49/ gallon, unusual since there’s usually a five to ten cent range along the street, even the gas station at the corner of High and East Something on the other side of the railroad tracks, which usually comes in at the lowest price, often lower than Costco, charging the same amount. Luckily, I didn’t need gas. Wanted to work out before we sit on the airplane for 15 hours arriving in Asuncion. We’ll be arriving in Paraguay early with the roosters. Packing now and hearing the buzzy leaf blowers on either side of the street. Thought about how my mother used to make omelettes, waiting until the egg cooked around the edges then pulling with a fork from the side to the center and tipping her wrist so all the liquid would fill the pan. Then she slid the eggs onto a plate with a fork on the side. The ketchup bottle waiting on the table.