May update

May 9, 2017 9am Going to court today to fight for residential custody of children already in my custody. The school district is making me do it. I really don't care about the tax implications, or the possibility of child support. I just want My Child to go to a school district where there are…

I had an

Epiphany, you know the thought that seemed like a good idea at the time, but has become the thorn in my side Like most of my art projects I suspend disbelief because well anything really is possible I don't always have the "dose of reality" trait that should have allowed me to become a draftsman…

Sure

My art has been in my head more than in my hands these days Grabbing a handful of kentucky bluegrass winding through the stick trellis I notice a vine that meanders into the green with red veins The urge to pull falters as I cultivate another found plant for my ever expanding cottage garden Of…

Update on things

I've been going outside to test my limits I can chop wood while seated move the wheel barrow full of branches weed for an hour or two I have modified my garden exercise to include squatting, lunges sitting on the ground and carrying moderate sized trees Dead dry fallen portions of trees Sitting in the…

If only

If only we could be individuals living in the country, meeting at town to trade goods and learn news of the town we visit once a week. Sure this news is interesting not really life affecting. I'd rather know who was born, whether we'd have enough cows, sheep, pigs and chickens to feed the families,…

I was going

I was going somewhere when I passed a blinking cursor, calling to me it winked. A wink given must be returned, so I did and I can't stop coming up with things to type. M a y b e t h e t h e o r y o f m y f o l…

Wishes

I can wish for mud to stomp in and throw like all good toddlers do. With glee and abandon mud splashes on clean shoes and white tights. Why not. Life is here to jump in it. Roll in it, share with friends. Mudbath anyone?

The Troll, Why a troll?

Such fragile creatures, humans. Water bags with lumps inside. Like crunchy rabbit stew without the fur. Big feet like hares, but not sweet or meat enough to eat. Their eyes leak when I catch one. Owwful are the sounds they make like a hyena, horse and mouse rolled into one stringy body. Why do they…

Leaning

She leans on me sweet smelling snuffling in my ear she nuzzles my cheek and says, "Cuute." These spontaneous moments of words show me that all is right with the world in my house. Sure, my boys are teenagers They have "toddler brain" in the worst possible way. I, me, mine, now is the mantra…