Day Two
unbelievable, that on the first working day of this new year i am fixing the first thing to break - the washing machine, yes, and right after filling with water and allowing the soap into the tumbler - oops error msg.
the one msg. that, on reading the manual, says "Motor Error, call a technician". it turned out, as a good friend suspected to be a broken plastic sensor. I am thankful for my friends positive input and the 5 Star company ready to come out on the first working day of 2024, in the rain, with the right piece to replace. it wasn't cheap, by my standards, but then what unsuspecting appliance failure is?
it is Tuesday evening, and i rarely miss "finding your roots" when it is showing on PBS locally. I never tire of watching the humbling, grounding experience (some tears, some laughs) of the recognition of the tortuous labor and supposed optimism or shear luck of those who came before us. So much of our lives seems to involve seeing and taking an opportunity when it arises, and keep moving forward whether the path is clear or full of mystery.
Stayed to watch the docu on "Masterpiece" of Hopper. By this time i'm rather prone on the couch drinking insomnia tea, and shutting down for the night. There are certain Hopper paintings that anyone of my generation would have glued somewhere in memory (Nighthawks, Automat). They have been used ad infinitum over the last half century. And without hesitation, or knowing a thing about the painter - one would use words like isolation, loneliness, city lighting and architecture. His work pays attention to light and shadows within the confines of that lighting being obstructed by architecture, and occasionally a person.
One can add him to the list of male artists who were not socially inclined, and who did not support their wives (artists) careers and passions. i am being kind and ending here.
