June 2, 2025.

Dusk is always my favorite time of day, has been for decades. Summer is my favorite season, always been that way as long as I can remember. I love how everything turns monotone at dusk. I love how the daylight lasts so long in the summer. Just being happy about dusk and summer makes me happy right now.

I like a little bit of whiskey in my mouth. I hold a sip there and enjoy it. I sip a little whiskey sometimes at dusk in the summer. It’s a pretty good time. Today I got enough done to feel satisfied. Most days I get enough accomplished to feel satisfied. Today I got a lot accomplished but also Todd and Daniel helped make projects happen. Paying people to do projects is brilliant when there’s a lot to do. Having money to afford to pay people feels like magic to me. But it’s my business that can afford to pay for the things I want to do. So it’s just a business thing even though all the projects I want to do are part of a bigger art project and part of my business

I made a table today for employees. I made the bench for the table yesterday. It’s for an employee only area and it’s a big improvement. I love big improvements.

I have so many more ideas. Sometimes I get moving so fast that good ideas fall away as I go. They were great ideas but I lost them in the shuffle of new and better ideas. I don’t know if the new ideas were better actually, or if there’s just so many ideas that I get caught up in one or another, leaving some behind because of time constraints. Time is one of the things I misunderstand the most. Time is the hardest thing to grasp. There’s only so much time and I am forced to make time for silly things like sleeping, eating, hygiene, and rest. Those seem silly but they are obviously essential things, not silly.

It’s 8:26pm now and the monotone is starting to come. The crickets are like an audio drug. There’s a siren in the distance. I hear wind as it moves the tree branches. The siren is gone. My whiskey is gone. The cricket sounds are getting louder. I want to grout mosaic tomorrow really early, like starting at sunrise at 6:15am. But that will mean I will skip my morning swim and maybe coffee. But I have to make choices on where to spend my time.

i could be meditating now, or writing this. I could be looking at Instagram, or reading the news. I could be drawing, painting, soldering my stained glass window project, or making new tiles. I could be watching TV. Instead I’m enjoying this monotone take over, mesmerized by this cricket orchestra, and now there’s a faraway faint dog bark, and a muscle car. I don’t ever meditate, but it seems like a good way to spend time.

One of my favorite things to do is to write something about nothing. So that’s what I’ve chosen for this time. Nothing is really happening. The wind is still making sounds with the trees. The daylight is still waning. The crickets are sounding better than ever. My wife has even come to join me and she is talking to our 2 cats. She has a special voice she uses to talk to cats.

It’s 8:45pm now. It’s the duskest of dusk. It’s all grey. Well… Grey and dark dark grey. The cricket symphony is enormous and has taken over the vibe. I like it. I still taste a little whiskey on my tongue. It’s hot. I’m hot but I like the feeling of being hot. I just heard the Netflix sound. My wife texted to say she’s starting a show. I think I’ll skip TV tonight. I’ll wait here until it gets totally dark. Then I’ll see how I feel. Maybe I can paint on that painting I’m so scared of. Scared because it hasn’t grabbed me yet and it’s not good yet. I know once I start painting that time will disappear. Painting is the only thing I do where time stands still and doesn’t matter at the same time. But it’s also hard to start sometimes. It’s hard to start when I don’t feel it, and hard to stop when I do.

I hope you can find some enjoyment in the crickets, the dusk, and the heat. They are free. They are easy to enjoy when you find the right perspective.

8:52pm. It’s almost dark now. It’s not dusk anymore. I’m going to do something else now with my time.