My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

You have to be in a city awhile to find that kind of stuff out. The hidden nooks, the unbuttered crannies. None of that has anything to do with this awesome graphic for a very strange lightbulb. Doesn’t have to. I have decided to forgo perfection and start being easy on myself. Throw out my tape measure and hope for the best. Stop hoping for the best and just give it a shot. Too many things don’t get done because I’m afraid I won’t do them right or well. I’m not talking parachuting either. I’m talking about trying to paint a watercolor of the telephone wires obstructing my view of the Golden Gate Bridge. Failure would not hurt. I sit at my window and watch the clouds change the color of the water and then my eyes settle on the crazy wires tethering my building to poles and more wires and my neighbors up and down the street. A world famous monument fades in the background as I consider the L-shaped spikes hammered into the wooden stanchion that allows a lineman access to the insulators. It’s a telephone pole. Easier to look at than the bridge in the distance. Nothing’s perfect. But things are going well. Sorry to scare you the other day.