"Uhm, do you think, that just maybe, you could pick me up? Do something with me?"
"Nope," replies the voice in my head. I've got things to do. Emails to answer. Papers to grade. And, guess what? After 10 hours at school, I'm tired. Exhausted, really.
The pens persisted and whispered,"I seem to recall promises made. Taking care of yourself. Making time for yourself, for what you love to do. Doesn't seem to be much of that happening here."
"Really," I protest, this time a bit more emphatically, "I'm busy. Overscheduled as it is. It's called real life."
"So," they replied, "you're not important? Everyone else and everything else occupies a space ahead of you in this infamous list?"
I really don't have a suitable answer here, so I thought I'd try another line of defense.
"Look at this room. It's a mess, a disaster. How could anyone concentrate? I need an artfully arranged desk, with lovely papers. I need ambience."
I didn't dare say that I needed new pens. The darlings have quite the attitude as it is, and they seem to be getting angrier.
"Really? Listen to yourself...you're the queen of excuses. If you wait for life to be perfect, ain't nothing going to happen here, except maybe those papers will get corrected. Is that what you want others to say about you? That you're the master of correcting papers?"
"So, could we compromise?" I pleaded. Would you be happy if I typed? Could we settle for that?"
"Not what we hoped for, but, okay. At least you'd be writing."
Note: A free writing exercise done for an online class...almost no editing...a real first draft. So, pardon the mess, as they say. Rennovations are in progress!
Macro lens photography. Finding tiny details to capture. Pumpkin spice lattes. Dark chocolate sea salt caramels. TGIF's nachos. Visual journaling. Chincoteauge. Monarch butterfly migration. Capturing words. The grands. Textures. Abandoned buildings. Weathered buildings. Wandering through antique malls...the kind where I can touch and forage for treasures. Giving the old new life. Vibrant fall colors. Doors & windows. Handmade dishes and table settings. Putting on my gypsy shoes and going wandering. Black and white photography. Reading. Used book stores. Early weekend mornings. Old ledger books. Fall pansies. Poetry. Making tiny journals of all sorts. Mail art. My father's hands. Fonts of all sorts. Conversations with middle schoolers. Really good fresh pastries. A hot cup of good tea. Visiting wineries. Taking the back road. Funky jewelry. Ethnic foods. Fresh bread and some really good cheese.
...who ever thought that putting fire inside a balloon was a good thing and why I thought climbing into the basket afterwards was a good thing...but that I loved it all and didn't give it a second thought!
...what all those buttons and settings on my camera are for but that I am slowly figuring them out.
...how to make a good pie crust or if I'll ever have that patience to try that one again.
...if I'll ever learn all that there is to know about Photoshop elements.
...why penguins' feet don't get cold or stick to all that ice.
...what my father's house looks like now.
...where my father's mind is at any given point in time.
...if I'll ever get to see NYC at Christmas.
...why my Aussie doggy has a great desire to bark hysterically and snarl at all interlopers when the book says that Aussies ignore the folks they don't know.
...how my two cats got so fat when they get just the amount of food they should.
...what the big deal about encaustic wax is in art.
...what it's like to skateboard or go snowboarding.
...if I'll ever get my house decluttered.
...how a computer works.
...why someone gets great glee by unleashing a worm or computer virus.
...who gave my husband a subscription to Bass magazine when the man does not go fishing.
...why it's never as easy as they tell you it will be.
....what makes so many folks determined to hold onto a grudge.
...if I'll get to Chincoteague to see the monarchs this year.
Over at Focus 52, week 37 offered this challenge: whatever photo you submit, find a line or two of a song that fits.
Ladies and gentlemen, I did not rise admirably to the challenge. Middle school has zapped my brain, and Phil didn't fare so well either.
We wandered aimlessly through the pier area of Old Town Alexandria, tosssing around ideas, and groaning.
It wasn't until these folks passed by...
...and Phil muttered, "Row, row, row your boat," that we had it.
Inane. Even more so.
Now, I've got to add, if only I could use one of tomorrows shots, I'd have had something pretty awesome. We'll be floating through the sky come sunrise - in an hot air balloon. "Up, up, and away in my beautiful balloon" by the 5th dimension would be so perfect.
I stamped the flowers and happily colored away with various pens in my stash, piled on some more gelatos, and blended it all in.
More stamping - words this time, liking the look of the differently sized letters.
And, in case you're wondering about those snakes...I had a bizarre but vivid dream about a snake in my father's back room this summer. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out the snake bit, especially since I barely tolerate the creatures, and this snake sported a very grumpy and very human face.
Curiousity got to me, so I googled the meaning of snakes in dreams, and honestly, that snake was an excellent fit. Turns out he symbolizes transformation, particularly a change that you don't want to be making. I had the dream shortly after we sold my dad's home.
Yeah, it fit, but butterflies also symbolize transformation, and if it's all the same to you, I'd rather have butterflies in my dreams than grumpy old snakes.