Not as in the George Bush variety. I mean as in the woods variety. The middle of nowhere. The Boonies. No-man's land.

There are some perks.

For instance, the only things that wake me up is the sound of the birds singing, or my sister yelling "Hello!" through my window. No cars honking, or ambulance sirens shaking me out of sleep. No shrilling phone calls or barking dogs from next door.

And my family is in the middle of no-man's land. That's kinda nice.

And of course....the guys. They are all like rough cuts of gems. They all have jobs that involve their hands, like miners, lumberjacks or road workers, etc. They have day old facial hair, so they are deliciously scruffy. They drink beer from the bottle and talk about manly things like working 12 hour days and poker nights with the guys. They kiss you with their whole body, leaning against you, you feel like a feather suspended in air.

They drive Jimmy's or Blazers, or Silverados. Tools are usually in the back. Coffee cups on the floor of the cab.

Yeah.

It's interesting because I am feeling completely asexual right now. But I notice all kinds of these guys wandering around. When I go into the city, its bar managers or musicians or slick salesmen. But here, on the Island...it's all masculine.

Of course, I can only manage to be around that much testosterone for short bursts of time. One or two days. Then it's like I need to come up for air. I'm on the island now, but have to go back to the city tomorrow. Two paintings need to be done for the exhibition in October, and I just want to make sure I have options.

Moved into the studio last night. The movers were creepy, I shivered on the sidewalk while supervising the stuff in front of the sports lounge. I'm having a small wine party there tomorrow night for a couple of friends while we set up small appliances and hang pictures.

I'm so nervous about the art show that I keep doubting myself. Playing with the new camera helps....it's makes the most delightful *click* noise. Love at first shot.