Some days are just off days. They can still be good days, despite going slightly wrong at every turn. Today my friends and I woke up far too early for a summer morning to go and decorate the strand with chalk. Turns out the strand is actually too smooth for the chalk to stick properly, and if you attempt to blend it at all you will just erase your work. We didn't let this stop us. Nor did we allow the street sweeper ( I wasn't even aware that the street sweeper swept the strand) to deter us from fixing and finishing our work. We even had a dog crap on our art. Apparently the dog didn't approve, although it seemed that the only other people up at so early an hour (crazy joggers) did enjoy our work. The wall worked perfectly and was less likely to get worn away, so hopefully that will stay for a while. But the whole day went like that- just ever so slightly off. And in it's offness, it's nearly perfect but just ever so slightly wrongness, it became awesome for it's quirks. It would have been far less eventful if we didn't have a street sweeper to contend with. As they say, miserable is memorable.
