men in pink jumpsuits
wait for falling bananas
because they are there

I really had quite the weekend.  On top of quite the week. But we're ignoring the week.  Blah blah blah.  I was the purge queen yesterday and a little bit today.  I filled an entire trashcan, a bag for goodwill, and the fire pit with hoo hoo from the basement.  Quite a lot of it projects that have been cluttering my world for possibly a decade.  B'bye stuff.

It was pretty close to bedtime when I started a new painting and LLO wanted to join in.  Here's hers.

Today was my last day teaching Sunday School this year. And next. And for a long damn time after that.  Because I've had enough of that action for a while.  This year was not fun.  And I went to church after to hear my neighbor (who is actually an obnoxious stuck up girl) sing "Hallelujah".  She did a great job and I told her so.  But I fail to see how this song classifies as Sunday goodness in spite of its title.  But nobody asked my opinion, which is fine.  And I do really like the song anyhow.

I was a little cranky this morning.  Then I had a meeting I didn't want to go to which turned into a conversation about art history, which was also fine since I sat there crocheting like I always do and let people drone on in their conversation I might have enjoyed in a different situation.

Then I came home and purged some more stuff.  Books I won't read or reread and boring colors of nail polish I've had since I was boring.  Now the dullest color I own is the metallic red that is currently decorating my toesies.

And finally, I decided that I was finishing my painting and just screw everything else.

And when I was done it took me a good long while and an exhausting walk to bring myself back from my trip to the Milky Way.  Because THAT was fun.  (i'm calling it an artistic orgasm)

Not my best day ever.

Tried to go to the clinic for some good drugs (since I most certainly have a lovely sinus infection yahoo), but forgot my insurance card and they wouldn't take me.  Frustrating.  But fine because I bought a paint palette and some itty bitty paint brushes instead- a much longer lasting use of my time and money.

Put creamer in my tea.  Gross.  I do not like my Earl Grey sullied with creamer.  It looked like coffee and I have that whole short attention span thing.

Definitely the worst part was my fitting this afternoon.  I worked a very, very long time on a prom dress doing my least favorite thing, adding panels in to make it bigger, in my least favorite fabric, chiffon (which was invented by Satan himself).  She put it on and it completely fell off. Which was fine, I can take in.  Except that as I was pinning it I discovered that everything in the bodice that I had added needed to be taken out.  Two weeks ago I swear this thing couldn't zip -had a huge gap of not zipping.  Instead apparently it just needed a little add in the skirt. A simple fix.  This was a big mistake.  Because now I gotta undo and redo and I still haven't pinned her hem, all of which takes lots of time.  Her dance is on Saturday. 

Spawn's dance is on Friday.  As I'm bawling my eyeses out, Spawn says to me "you could have avoided this by getting my dress done in a timely manner."  I admit it. I flipped her the bird.  She deserved it, don't you think?  And she will also deserve when that particular poorly chosen sentence gets reused at some future time. 

Because I'm a nice mother (and because I don't want to look at or think about the freaking chiffon nightmare), I'm working on Spawn's frou frou princess dress.  I believe that I have redeemed myself today.  It is gorgeous. 

I have been insanely busy and I'm tired.  I'm looking forward to Saturday when I can do absolutely nothing. Except try out my new paintbrush.

That's a poem by the delightful Shel Silverstein. (from A Light in the Attic)

#wintsh 25. Read a collection of poems by one individual and write 3 poems inspired by or in the style of their work. #npm extended because I'm me.

I think I’m allergic to morning
It comes without warning
Nighttime I’m mourning
The alarm hurts my ears
Steals some of my years
A dream disappears
My covers attack me
Tentacles though fuzzy
Hold on exactly
When I get out of bed
I fall on my head
Thinking it my feet instead
You can’t make me get up
What? There’s coffee in my cup?
Sleepyhead- catch up!

where winds up over there
why whistles in the sky
when willy nilly ends up then
what will you make of that
but...
who happened to miss the memoo

I think I'll have a yellow day
just like a daffodil
or perhaps purple is the way
to go, if you will.
Sometimes the day requires red
with its powerful refrain
or a soft pink instead
as I stroll down life's lane.
It's best to avoid the black
of storm clouds in the night
and brown shows a lack
of brightness to my sight.
When so many colors are around
the choice is yours to make
a color day that brings you down
or a color that makes you wake.