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)
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.
once someone has touched your life they are a part of it forever every starry night, every sunshiny day, every storm cloud holds a memory every laugh, every tear, every sigh carries a feeling every thought, every whisper, every word shows what they meant to you every song, every painting, every flower points to the beauty of experience no matter that they have left you or the manner it happened be it temporary or seemingly permanent you always have a piece of them within you and they always have a piece of you within them
sappy song to go along with it.
In other news, I played with acrylics on paper. I like. :)
AtionsIf we meet and I say, "Hi," That's a salutation. If you ask me how I feel, That's consideration. If we stop and talk awhile, That's a conversation. If we understand each other, That's communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apologize, That's reconciliation. if we help each other home, That's cooperation. And all these ations added up Make civilization.(And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?)
That's a poem by the delightful Shel Silverstein. (from A Light in the Attic)
#wintsh25. 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.