Saturday morning, cold and grey. Jonah and I pushed five boxes containing files from my dissertation to the far corner of the attic. The boxes were crowding out the windowseat. Someday I’ll have the guts to chuck those boxes out the window down three flights to splat on the driveway, but I’m not there yet.
I vacuumed up the dead flies from the windowseat and brought my easel up from the basement. I opened up my shopping bag of new oil paints from Pearl Paint and arranged them neatly in a row. Titanium White to Crimson.
Jonah very excitedly asked that his drawing table be brought upstairs to the attic, as well, along with his little drawers of crayons and markers. He understands the importance of a good studio.
Apt. 11d 