We are home late from work. Evan and tonic again (this seems to be the drink of the week). The days have been thunderously beautiful, the mornings are swept up in birdsong, the evenings softly let themselves down into a gentle sea of pleasant coolness, and the afternoons, well, the afternoons make you want to drink.
God save us from a life without sappy prose, bad jokes, and worse bourbon.
p.s., the picture is for you, Owen.
Ha! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteIt seems that sappy paintings and bad bourbon might go hand and hand. Did you see this last month:
http://todayentertainment.today.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/04/16/11226142-painter-thomas-kinkade-was-drinking-all-night-when-he-died?lite
"As much as he said it didn't bother him, in his heart deep down inside it would sadden him that people would criticize so hatefully his work and his vision when people didn't understand him," Patrick Kinkade told the Mercury News.
The thing that struck me about this is that it reflects the same narcissistic adolescent romanticism that is conveyed in his art - "nobody understands me" and so forth. May he find maturity in the afterlife, and drink to his heart's content there.
Good Lord, I didn't even know he had died.
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