My room feels empty again now that kramer is gone.
I made a painting of the dark clouds and a black high way running through it. I tried to make it rain but then it looked like the asphalt melted in the rain. The effect was good, I think.
I am learning all this from my friend who is an art teacher and a couple of books that I have borrowed. I can't remember the novel now, but in it, someone said her mother had learned how to swim by herself from a book she had borrowed from the library. I have always been impressed by that. I don't think I am going to be a genius at it but I should be able to express myself at least. That's all I want to be able to do.
I am reading "The world according to Garp" which I got as a present from Kr. Jesus! That book just never ends does it?