February is almost up.
I can tell Spring slowly is happening because I view small buds on tree branches and the sun comes out and shows sometimes, more than it did in January and December 07. I love that. I love it more than most here. I cannot help it. I was raised in the desert. That’s why.
I have a lot of things to do before tomorrow: record the third song Mark wrote and composed so I can use that in The Graffiti mini dv experimental drama I am finishing. It is one of the few jobs left to do. Also, to cut down two essay pages for a film/video award grant I am applying for, which has to be postmarked tomorrow before 4 p.m. Been working on that for two weeks now. Tomorrow will attend, sing/play with Mark at the Delta Fire Hall open mike again, which happens monthly. Also, to get off a dvd copy to a video festival in LA called LA Video Freewaves. I have to turn in a financial report to my funder, after I lock it down within a month to two months from now. I can feel that it will be over, which I will be glad of. It’s hard work to work on something continuously. It has not been all smooth. It has been difficult. I am obligated to finish it up. Just want to finish it up.
