The sign reads, the kitchen is closed until Cherith is able to return to her normal weight that she has maintained since 2012. Until then no more food writing.
I, Cherith am so terribly unhappy and sad for too. I was having so much fun in creating food. As much fun as possible given my circumstances.
It is an all-stop. The numbers on the scale.
Not to mention all the writing I wanted to paint, so the world could know and not just a select few.
I was inspired too. By the man from Africa. A coastal country? Just above central Africa? On the Northwest side? I could almost see the whole village/town. However, that writing painting will have to wait.
Who was that man last night?! Wasn’t that a beautiful story I painted last night? Could be if I could actually sit and write it. How well he wore on me. Some time I will have to write that meaning better.
Wasn’t that a nice picture of Herman Melville’s relative and family members on the Supreme court steps? I am not sure I quite painted that picture very well of how I saw Herman Melville in my present which is in the past or history at the same time.
Do not believe the hype about same-sex discrimination. It is merely a puzzle piece because I first told the story to my brother about Herman Melville.
Yes, I saw the facial hair in a circular fashion around his mouth it is not what I saw first. How odd that is to be able to see people. What a good, hard-working man he is. There is something else I see in him I haven’t been able to find the correct word for. I will think about it.
Surprisingly happy he looks to me. Beyond the smile. So, there is something there for me to think about.
For clarification, it is possible for me to see people and store the memory of it in my head for me to think upon at another time. This is something I have taught myself to do as a way to protect my head and brain that is not always on a secured line.
Let me paint the picture for you, imagine in your head a vast room like a public storage facility, or a barn full of stalls, rooms about five feet by seven feet high without doors. Like a diorama without the scenery or glass partition. The light is on the path I walk in front of them lighting them from the front. Now, I can go back and forth in time with the picture in mind and see the person as they were. Not the facts or deduction because I see them with more than my mind.
There are several messages I have read; however, you will need to be patient as money is very tight. I must be careful.
Special Conversation, South Carolina, Robert Frost many things have been brought to my mind, you will have to wait. The painting I do and write requires time.
Yes, yes, yes before I forget…G-I-N.
There are too many stories to write and paint. It is like a smattering of paint splotched here and there and all around. What I want to do is clean it up rather than write it. You should take a look at yourself, it needs to be streamlined and simplified.
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