clueless bird

 

Lately, I've really been feeling like Cher from "Clueless." I've been walking around in "I just don't know ville." And, a few days ago I got a bit of awesome news that jolted me into "O my, I know." It's great when looking past the instant gratification pays off. Now, I just have to get past the shock. Really, 50% of me is still pinching myself to see if I'm awake.

 

I encountered the Joan Miro, "Animated Forms," painting at LACMA (below). I, literally, stood in front of it for an hour. It has the perfect shade of orange that makes me smile, and the smattering of yellow doesn't hurt. It's pretty swell. I've found my happy place.

 

Speaking of happy places... I'm psyched about school starting next week. I'm looking forward to my students this semester, and I'm a bit nostalgic about the renewal of embracing studies as the leaves start to change colors. Although this hasn't happened yet, I'm still wondering where summer went. Wasn't it just May when I was considering birthday plans and what the next months would bring. Wow. Time. Flies. Notorious for procrastinating and hanging with all things comfortable, I'm  ready to grab my pom-poms and create a cheer to bring on the fall.