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Even I miss the Orange

Birdcage above the street. Then there's this guy:

What he has to do with a l'hopital on de Sevres, beats me.

Note the orange

Note the Panda, but DO NOT miss the bird cage on the wire above

Paris is in the small things

early time

The SUN shone today on rue Rousselet

Ain't it purty?

Writing is FUN

Or it should be. Worked on Book of Dia this morn and got good writing done: added another character (a glass blower), had Dia thinking she was all alone and headed them toward Navajo country.



Which has nothing to do with what I'm babbling about, but it's cool.

May have found a conditioner.

Hair is at that annoying length where it's all over my face. Hair feels soft at least

Had a bit of a slow down writing wise. Maybe I spoke too soon about having many projects going at once wasn't such a great idea. I have to finish first draft of Book of Dia at least or all is lost!

Another tick against Paris

The last thing I removed from my duffel was my henna conditioner, I had no idea what 50 pounds felt like, but I thought the duffel was heavy.

It was 39 lbs. I have blown over €100s on shampoo/conditioner/finishing (WTF) and a moisturizer. My poor hair looks like straw. I want to shave it off!

I blame Paris. Women here must have the thinnest hair on earth. Nothing I've tried is for a good head of hair. Oh. The conditioner doesn't move from where I put it on my head.

Le soupire!

Poems are popping outta my head! Wish I had faith in them. There's a of course it's in Tucson! I'm going to call to see if I can get into a class, or get private tutoring. Need poems by then. Maybe I'll have more faith in them.

Je soupire