Why is there pastrami in my purse?

"Anything is better" mini painting with text

Day 161: Anything is better

Keeping notebooks with me wherever I go enables me to jot down insightful tidbits like “why do we appreciate subtlety?” or interesting words like “bereft”. Every few days I try to flip through them to see if I missed anything cool. Today I rediscovered this scribble- “why is there pastrami in my purse?”- not so much a gem of inspiration as a reminder for me to unlock this particular mystery. I can’t recall any moments when my purse and said pastrami were in close proximity, nor have I smuggled lunchmeat in my bag.. ever.. so who knows? Maybe Chester picked it up during his unauthorized kitchen floor snarfing and it stuck to his face and then he went sniffing around my purse and transferred it. Much like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, the world may never know how it got there. The good news is that it’s been removed, the purse has been sanitized, and life has gone on.

I began another cityscape piece with an old school orange bus, but it’s going to take a week or so like Valencia Blue did. So today’s piece is a mini painting with text from an old Nancy Drew novel (appropriate considering my bit of detective work earlier, I’d say!) that’s dedicated to my friend. She’s suffering from douchebagitis, a condition that occurs when one’s boyfriend becomes unmanageably irritable. Here’s hoping it heals up soon.