at the edge of dusk

It's dark in the apartment right now. Had to turn on lights. It feels like doom, this hour of a winter day, when outside the sky appears bright but none of its quality seems able to leak through the panes, rendering rooms full of too many shadows. It feels too early for all this incandescent, but there you have it; light bulbs or slinking doom darkness draped from walls and hiding behind chairs.

Winter returned overnight; a slushy icing and wet stinging pellets with the wind. It'll be an indoors kind of weekend in the city. A beer and hot yoga and painting kind of weekend.

sweat! sun! wait!

SWEAT!
Bikram Yoga: also known as "hot" yoga. 90 minutes in a 100-110 degree room. 26 poses and two breathing exercises. A lot of sweating. Intense. Day two was torture. Day three was the best yet. I think they'll continually get better. Ideal is to go at least three times a week, but as Tara Lynne and I are also looking into some form of martial arts practice, I may stick with twice a week. It's pretty amazing and afte only three sessions I feel much better. A great way to start the day.

SUN!
Today when I left the yoga center the sun was shining and it was in the fifties outside- great! I'm sure there is more snow and wind in store for New York before the spring is settled in but it's so great to have days with the window open and where going outisde doesn't require adding so many layers.

WAIT!
One of the most frustrating things about working as a freelancer is the waiting to get paid for fuck's sake. It makes me cringe. I am responsible! I am an on-time payer of my own bills! But someties this becomes almost impossible due to the tardiness of checks!! Aighh! Well, I suppose the goal is to have more than enough in savings to cover. One day, I'm sure. Meantime, I just needed to vent.

march of the tiny snow

Across the street there is a large truck labeled "AllState PowerVac". I can't imagine what it might be vac-ing right now, but it is rather loud.

Overnight a gift of snow- a meagre blanket which by now lingers only on sidewalks and places where no cars go. I missed the falling of it, having gone to sleep early (midnight-thirty?) after finally finishing up the couch-wall in the living room and then enjoying a long phone call with Beth. I have updated the group of photographs of the apartment to include the new wall (that half of the front room having been conspicuously absent til now) and shall paste a new link to the collection at the end of this post.

Work of the graphic design persuasion reamins steady and ongoing. The painting of buildings and other shapes has suffered some these past two weeks, but today looks like I have some time for that. (Time, yes, but where is the discipline?!) This week I finally cut out piece of wood to make a seat for one of the two recently rescued chairs, padded and upholstered said seat, and re-upholstered the seat of that chair's twin and fellow orphan. Those small tasks and the painting of the pattern on the wall have been plaguing me for a month at least., now finished. Tax documents have been organized, catch-up work on freelance projects is well in hand. What is there now to keep me from those canvases? I always manage to find something-- not sure why. Fear, I suppose. Painting is something I am no expert at, and it's difficult to dive into something when one's an absolute beginner once again, but I have no good excuses left now!

Okay, here's that link again:
Photos of the apartment!