the art fair activity caught up with my wife, and she fell asleep midfauxnoir. Because I had forgotten that caffeine gives me such insomnia nowadays, I stayed up late on the strength of diet coke, making use of the scrapbook I got a Dollar General. I listened to the cheap shortwave I bought on ebay, certainly one of the most cost/beneficial gadgets I ever bought. When I was a teen, I loved to listen to my dad's vintage
Hallicrafters tube type shortwave radio. I wondered if a little portable would do the trick.
I've been pleasantly surprised, because
the radio has picked up a lot of interesting things. The Voice of the Andes, in Quito, ran an interesting two in the morning article on body painting throughout the world I learned nuggets of wisdom, such as the Maori's resentment of those non-Maoris who imitate their face paint.
I never considered body paint, though I suppose each it is a matter of taste. That mini-rage for
medhi paint a few years back resulted in some rather deeply appealing looks for some folks, but I'm just not the lattice-work-on-my-neck kind of guy. I switched the station, to hear a man with a Canadian accent lambasting the Bush administration over the extremely sad friendly fire matter. Just when I had decided that the Canadian Broadcasting
folks had radicalized, he gave the "call" of
Radio Havana Cuba. A bell in my head rang, and the world once again turned on its accustomed axis.
Today I walked in Breckinridge Park in Richardson--a gorgeous lake park with birds at play and flowers planted everwhere. I watched a father and ten year old son team get a small catfish out the catch and release pond by the gazebo (or, as a friend would say, the *pergola*)--they were elated, and took pictures of their small but
satisfying catch. I saw hawks above,
little blue tanager-ish birds, a squirrel perched on mid-tree, acorn in mouth, and those little killdeer, who hang out in suburbs but always look like the wish they were at the ocean as they skitter about. Then I got my wife some native plants at the Heard museum native plant sale,
while getting myself some terrarium native ferns.
It's been a fun weekend, but I want to finish my scrapbook and my poetry book. A busy week ahead, and that's before the fun comes in.