They say some of the best ideas come to you in the shower. You can also belt out great music in the shower. Especially when the kids are in there with you, singing to the tune of “Three Jolly Fishermen:”

We all went to the Ap-ple store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store.

We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
i-Book i-Pod powerbook
Canon camera and games
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store.

By the afternoon, most of the neighborhood kids, who had overheard our singing at the pool, we all making up verses of their own.

They say some of the best ideas come to you in the shower. You can also belt out great music in the shower. Especially when the kids are in there with you, singing to the tune of “Three Jolly Fishermen:”

We all went to the Ap-ple store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store.

We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
i-Book i-Pod powerbook
Canon camera and games
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store.

By the afternoon, most of the neighborhood kids, who had overheard our singing at the pool, we all making up verses of their own.

They say some of the best ideas come to you in the shower. You can also belt out great music in the shower. Especially when the kids are in there with you, singing to the tune of “Three Jolly Fishermen:”

We all went to the Ap-ple store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store.

We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
i-Book i-Pod powerbook
Canon camera and games
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store.

By the afternoon, most of the neighborhood kids, who had overheard our singing at the pool, we all making up verses of their own.

The June heat in Austin makes everyone cranky midday.

It’s like setting up a new fort. This platform is taking some getting used to but in time it’s going to feel like a fun place to hang up ideas and document the time. Here is a photo of Ford and Chas atop the igloo-bed, atop the quilt my mother made during the 1972 summer olympics, while I was probably napping in a white wooden crib within a sunny yellow nursery, in a small fourplex on Vassar Lane, in the sweltering Houston heat.

Blogging time will likely be restricted to midnight hours, as every moment during the day is nowadays occupied with kidstuff. I can expect to grow red eyeballs and get more irritable with time, unless I start working in the quilting and crafting in the afternoons when Chas naps and Ford gets stir crazy–after all, the heat is stifling outside during the midday hours. In fact, I’m off to start his rock collection. I think he’ll enjoy learning about what makes the Hill Country so hilly and rugged.

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I have decided to get certified in order to teach art again at UT. I keep getting these urgent jabs into my conscience that Mrs. Ory is rolling in her grave, hoping I do so, that I may continue what I started ten years ago in Houston, during my first two summers off from college.

I have decided to get certified in order to teach art again at UT. I keep getting these urgent jabs into my conscience that Mrs. Ory is rolling in her grave, hoping I do so, that I may continue what I started ten years ago in Houston, during my first two summers off from college.

I have decided to get certified in order to teach art again at UT. I keep getting these urgent jabs into my conscience that Mrs. Ory is rolling in her grave, hoping I do so, that I may continue what I started ten years ago in Houston, during my first two summers off from college.

I decided to start anew — to strip away what I had been taught, to accept as true my own thinking. This was one of the best times of my life. There was no one around to look at what I was doing, no one interested, no one to say anything about it one way or another. I was alone and singularly free, working into my own unknown — no one to satisfy but myself. I began with charcoal and paper and decided not to use any color until it was impossible to do what I wanted to do in black and white. I believe it was June before I needed blue. -Georgia O’Keeffe