DADDY sez...

Well, not exactly NOTHING nothing, anything involving eating or drinking was okay by me. Also kept the phone and pager on to be fully accessible for any emergencies.

I didn't do any paperwork. Nor did I play on the internet or while away the time on the computer in any way.

Didn't put that second coat of tung oil on the new coffee table/shrine.

The shrine is a small table-top I carved long ago and never liked. Wednesday afternoon I started liking it (after 4 long years), bead-blasted it to smooth out some edges and raise the grain a bit - slapped some legs on it.

I build things. I'm a man, I do MAN things. It's what I do.

Anyway... didn't drive anywhere or read anything, just sat around DOing nothing.

Stared at the growing WALL collage for hours. Napped on and off. Ate some chips n' salsa. Made some tea. Drank it.

So I noticed this miniature Hawaiian warrior helmet hanging from the ceiling. I texted Red and asked her when she had put it up. She replied "Um. Its always been there."

Yeah. So... this little helmet carved out of a tiny gourd with feathers hanging from it and grass shooting out the top of it.... hanging a few inches just to the side of a "painting" that I made - a painting I have seen/noticed EVERY DAY for a month.

...this little 'head' thing thas is so light that it is always slowly turning back n' forth in the micro-breezes of the apartment; the ONLY thing there that is constantly moving...

this symbol from my own ancestry / genetic memory - this thing has been INVISIBLE to my eyes, below my threshold of awareness until now.

whathefuck?!

Anyway. I found it can be WAY hard practicing the doing of nothing. Nice though, when you finally drop into it. Must do nothing more often.

A good side effect is that I have now started the habit of walking around the place in my boxer shorts.

I'm a man. I do man things. That's what I do.