Where to Begin?

    Okay. Deep breaths. Keep it together, Mikki…   I’ve been cleared to drank! Hallelujah! Hand to God! Preach on, brother alcohol!   Actually, I’ve been cleared to drink, not drank. I have to keep a rein on the…

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The Weekend!

    It’s the weekend! The sweet, sweet weekend! I don’t have to put on my filthy painting pants!   Actually, those pants have served me well this week. And they’ve endured so much dirt, they’ve pretty much developed a…

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Putting Out Fires

    The fireplace dude is working away and really making progress. While he’s tackling that project, I’ve been painting. Yesterday I decided to paint the laundry area. That meant pulling the washer/dryer out and cleaning every freaking place and…

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Painter Hands

    I have painter hands. Which is not to say my hands paint. For although they do, they’re not usually affected adversely. Holding a brush for oil painting is so utterly civilized, I could very well have a bone…

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Traffic

      Yesterday there were street closures in The Valley for what’s called CicLAvia. When this happens, L.A. streets become wide open for folks on bikes and on foot. Cars are banned  and there’s usually a pretty big turnout.…

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Wisdom

      My friend Betro was telling me about an old buddy of hers and how they drifted apart. She said that her friend had started over in a way, and was living a new life. Although Betro had…

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