So I'm at the grocery store and there's a Russian guy (well, someone with a thick, Russian-esque accent anyway) talking on the phone to someone who's giving him advice on beans… He's trying to figure out whether then “green beans” that he's supposed to get are literally something called “green beans”, or whether any bean that is green will work. Eventually he gets frustrated.
“Look, I don't care. I don't want a lesson about beans. Just tell me which ones to get. I care about this less than I care about learning Lithuanian.”
What a great barometer of interest! I guess the person on the other end of the phone took that as a good thing (assuming the dude loved Lithuanian I guess), and continued the lesson, but they were wrong.
“Listen, learning Lithuanian is number nine hundred on my list of things to do. This bean thing? It's lower than that on the list. So you can stop now.”
I don't know if that's very funny but it was amusing at the time.
I had a really nice morning on the whole. Taking these painkillers and having figured out a pretty good way of wrapping my leg to deal with what I assume are nerve regrowth pains is nice because it gives me periods where the amount of pain I'm in is probably about a third what I'm used to which is really, really, really nice… But when I unwrap and/or am not on painkillers, it's hugely more painful than usually (I guess it messes with tolerance). So I don't know whether it's better to be in mid-range pain all the time, or whether it's better to alternate between low-range and high-range stuff. I guess that's like asking whether it's better to be clinically depressed or to be bipolar.
Anyway… I am going to go lie down for a while, then get some groceries, maybe paint a bit more, and fantasize about leg chop-offing… Well, let's add four thousand words to this entry, if pictures really do count for that much.
I know it's generally considered a fairly corny painting, but I started on a painting inspired by Sir John Everett Millais's The Blind Girl (1856). I am however probably leaving out the butterfly. I'm very happy with how my work has progressed over the last year or so and am starting to feel a lot more confident in sharing the paintings publicly…
Now, I've been warned not to post these photos because it just encourages an escalation in the amusement, but I have to say: stalkers (or whatever the right word here is) are tons of fun… at least until it goes terribly, terribly, terrrrribly wrong. I think I am still missing a few pieces in this puzzle:
Hopefully no pieces get lost in the mail…
