Penny Raile: Unproductive Weekend

Unimportant Things About Me

•As a child, I did not like gathering eggs on the farm because the hens were mean.
• I played the Doris Day part in “Pillow Talk” in a high school play.
• I played defensive line woman on my girl’s football team in high school - real football, not powder puff.
• I ate dinner at a restaurant next to Vice President Bush’s table in Fort Smith, Arkansas surrounded by secret service agents.
• I played the French horn and the cymbals in my high school band – horribly.
• I was the Sports Editor of my high school paper.
• When I moved to California, I lived in Malibu. I now live near Skid Row.
• I did not finish kindergarten.

101 Things in 1001 Days

THE START OF MY LIST 1 Go to Paris and shop flea markets, thrift stores and garage sales 2 Go on a holiday trip with my entire family 3 Do stretching exercises five days a week for one month 4 Write the second edition of the Raile Family History 5 Finish the Harry Potter series 6 Create “gorilla art” 7 Make a map of every place I have been 8 Elaborately decorate my loft for Halloween 9 Invite at least four guests for dinner at the same time and everyone wears red 10 Go to Yosemite Park 11 Host a pajama party 12 Go on at least one date 13 Turn the big room into something whimsical 14 Change jobs 15 Keep a better diary 16 Set-up a trust fund 17 Write my life story 18 Create a web site to sell things 19 Make things that I am willing to sell 20 Send an admiration letter to RK 21 Visit New York 22 Attend Artfest in Seattle, Washington 23 Visit Watts Tower 24 Send out secret friend packages 25 Create a margarita bar and a coffee bar in loft 26 Read five books that I should have read in high school 27 Create five photo studies

March 2015

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22	23	24	25	26	27	28
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I planned to spend the entire three day weekend "making stuff." I was going to draw, paint, cut, collage, sew, and stuff. Instead, I hit a creative block. Nothing was working. Nothing was inspiring. Nothing was made.

I have a funny story to tell that a few of you have already heard. My young waiter at lunch today became quite interested in my zentangles that I was working on while waiting for my pizza to arrive. With English being his second language, I gave him the shorten version of what I was doing. Then he asked if he could show my work to those in the kitchen (which was exposed for all to see). Next thing I know, he has a group of four surrounding him and he was explaining repetitive patterns to his audience in Spanish. The scene made me laugh to myself.

The tangle here was made at stop lights during my commute to and from work. I have a hour one-way drive with lots of lights.