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Ride the Tiger, The Warm Refreshing Tiger

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"RIDE THE TIGER, THE WARM REFRESHING TIGER"

Those were the words that were bouncing loud and clear and I rollerskated my way down Jefferson Ave. I was looking good in my tiny 70's shorts, zoom, zooom, skating around trees, people, parking meters. There were some people rollerskating behind me in a little group. I was up ahead. Alone. Zooom Zoom, singing along to the music "RIDE THE TIGER, THE WARM REFRESHING TIGER", the song was by St. Etienne only it isn't really one of their songs. It was like a video! It made no sense! Then silence and I woke up in the dark. There was no music. No warm refreshing tiger. In fact the fan was off and so was the air conditioner.
POWER OUTAGE! Motherfffffff..... In the middle of my disco dream!
Earlier in the dream I dreamt my bike Tuco had a flat tire- the resolution of the dream was me skating confidently in my rollerskates. Does this mean when things get rough I just find a new fun mode of transportation? Does this mean Tuco needs some new inner tubes? Does this mean a warm refreshing tiger is coming into my life soon? All these questions and more forever unanswered!
Yesterday I got the last phase of dental work done. It was a root canal "restoration", which makes it sound like some fancy wallpaper got put in but in reality...it was the taking out of some old stuff the old dentist put in. I had no idea there were little bits of metal wire inside my head all this time. Apparently they broke down and corroded over time and caused the abcess. Awesome. Thanks primitive dentistry for making me pay TWICE for a root canal.
Work on the painting is going......slow.....the background paints I used are causing some problems with my acrylics. Im feeling like Michelangelo did when his paint started sliding off the wall. 


Experiments. Necessary but headache inducing. Part of me wanted to stop right where I was and I talked myself into continuing. If it's not done in time for the show so be it, it will be done at some point. And that my friends is taking a flat tire and just putting on your roller skates and zooming to tiger songs. Have a great Thursday!
(power came back on.....giggity!)

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