the butterfly circus

 

 

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:::watch more:::

 

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[despite my inappropriate crush on a too pretty man with VERY bad politics who has to do bizarre facial hair things since otherwise he will just keep getting semi-insulting Charmed roles or something –-- this has significance and significance matters so do not be a droid go watch it]

 

feng shui pumpkin!

 

Finally!

A pumpkin for me. Yay!

[Seriously, are these not the coolest pumpkins you have ever seen? I know my obsession with black and white can get a little out of hand but these are too cool I must have a pumpkin this year and paint it yay!]

 

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[They call one of those "wood grain" pumpkin but they cannot fool me that is zebra pumpkin yay!]

 

where those faboo pumpkins came from :
country living can you believe it?

[okay normally i do not read country living
but my amazingly stylish friend myriana
found those there she is style on the hoof]

thoughts & pearls

 

This is a story —

From the mountain. The second mountain, when things got a lot easier because I had neighbors within one mile dash distance and also aged wood. [Listen do not ever try to tough out a bad winter on a mountain alone with wood heat, no neighbors, one broken hand axe and green wood. That just never goes well.]

 

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thoughts & pearls

One of my artist dates was pulling out all my jewelry and looking at it. “Artist Dates” are a thing I picked up in “The Artist’s Way” [that is Julia Cameron stuff] and I have somehow convinced about ten people to do Artist Way as a group so I am following along being encouraging and also doing the pages and dates even if I have already done Artist Way twice.

[Forget the first time I was an Artist Way Drop Out and crashed and burned on chapter 8. That is just impolite to mention.]

I do not get to wear my jewelry very often. This is the woods. There is just not a lot of call for fancy jewelry here. So it sits. Packed in its box. Actually several boxes, probably twenty-five because there are pieces of jewelry I love so much they get their own special boxes which then is confusing when you go looking for one piece but all those boxes go in one box. And that is one of the boxes I carry with me. Along with the computers. Computers and jewelry and a bag o’ shoes. That is me.

Last time I pulled out all my jewelry, my pearls were looking dim. And I thought, Your pearls are dying without you. You must wear them.

Pearls are like that. They are living things. If you neglect them, they fade. And can just die.

So.

This artist date has been, Be With Pearls. I pulled out all my pearls and put them on. And here I sit in a pair of burnt out sneakers and exercise pants and an oversized nightshirt and pearl earrings and bracelets and necklaces all over me in the woods. It is pretty funny. But I like it. And it is for me and the pearls.

I remember my grandmother too when I wear pearls. She said a woman should not wear pearls until she is thirty. [My grandmother was strict about stuff like that.] Also she thought women should not buy themselves pearls. Pearls should be inherited or bought for them by the man they marry.

That is okay. She was older. She knew pearls had to be worn to live too. I remember her wearing them just for that. And telling me all about pearls. She got married four times too and that is pretty racey for a grandmother so I think she just wanted me to know how things should be instead of how they are.

My grandmother loved me. She is gone now but I sure love her.

I think about her when I wear pearls.

 

Your Life With Pearls Adams Girl

 

where i got the art work :
i cribbed that off anita marie’s

where that story comes from :
that comes from seemaxrun

feral birds : part iii

 

 

It is pretty cool having the birds around. Today I put oatmeal on the balcony for the little birds so they and the big birds did not collide over some piece of savory bird offering that might result in unfortunate bird bloodshed.

So all day while I was working my ass off on the computer, I had little birds visiting the balcony behind me and could hear their feathers shush shush shush and every once in a while a really industrious tiny bird smacking a hardened chunk of pita bread on the balcony floor or guard rail to break it up.

It is good to be surrounded by animal energy. Something living that is not just me or text on a computer screen or words or music electronically reproduced.

 

:::feral birds : part i:::
:::feral birds : part ii:::
:::feral birds : part iii:::

 

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where the art work comes from :
that is dove in a córdoba’s square by Adorna2007
[also it is a bit altered please do not get riled Adorna]

 

feral birds : part ii

 

 

I wonder if this is one of those imagined relationships like the ones stalkers have, where if you post that you have a cold they think that is secret code meant for them that means you are thinking about them and would have them over for tea in a second if your dumb friends had not convinced you to take out restraining orders against them. Five times. In three different states.

[I really do not want to be a deranged stalking wild feral birds lady who imagines a non-existent secret relationship with birds.]

 

:::feral birds : part i:::
:::feral birds : part ii:::
:::feral birds : part iii:::

 

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where the art work comes from :
that is dove in a córdoba’s square by Adorna2007
[also it is a bit altered please do not get riled Adorna]

 

vampires & dust bunnies

 

So the other day —

This horrible thing happened. It was the bird day. [You are so tired of birds, right? Screw you. I like the birds. Anyway.] It was a perfect day in California. And I ripped all the windows open and all the blinds open and fed birds and I was semi delirious from lack of sleep, having pulled an all nighter, or probably would not have been so reckless, and —

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

The carpet. The windows. The – everything. Had this faint element of uncertain and insidious grime. Like, in corners in rooms? There was this build up of dust on the carpet threatening to be full blown dust stegosauruses or something. Listen, that is only supposed to happen underneath furniture where you never look. But, there it was, in all that stark freakish California sun. A threat to become full blown dust monsters without benefit of cover.

Ahhhh!

So. Now I have to go fix all this. As in, vacuum. Ahhh! Wash windows. Ahhh! Beat out screens. Ahhh!

 

where the art work comes from :
that is cat with the broom from redart

feral birds : part i

 

 

It occurs to me with all this bird action around here I may have turned out even worse than I worried I might. For a while there I thought I might end up The Mad Dog Woman of Laurel Canyon.

[So did my neighbors. They kept round the clock surveillance and when there were sightings of me whenever I left or came back to the house they got very excited and clustered around the window and whispered so loud about me I could hear them across the street. "She’s leaving the house! She is wearing the red dress again! Shh! She’ll hear you!" Really. I am not making that up. One time a friend picking me up said, "Um, why are your neighbors whispering really loud, 'She’s with a man!'"]

Also there was the cliché of the single woman with too many cats to worry about. Which I sort of worried about. Except not really. I knew I was probably safe there Jones would have kicked any other cat’s ass just for talking to me. But now. No dogs. No cats.

Birds.

Wild birds.

Wild feral birds I think I have some sort of relationship with.

 

:::feral birds : part i:::
:::feral birds : part ii:::
:::feral birds : part iii:::

 

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where the art work comes from :
that is dove in a córdoba’s square by Adorna2007
[also it is a bit altered please do not get riled Adorna]

 

police tape is your friend

 

Ways to —

Avoid troublesome cleaning dilemmas when guests visit :

Cordon off extra bathroom[s] with police tape. Explain that is a crime scene the police are still investigating.

 

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*not only will this remove extra toilet and tub scrubbing before guest arrivals, it will cut down extra toilet and tub scrubbing after guest departures

 

where the art work comes from :
that is from owen b

you say potato i say potahtoh

 

Max’s recipe for —

Potato Soup

Step 1 : Open Vodka.
Step 2 : Pour Vodka.
Step 3 : Drink Vodka.

 

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*ingredients required : vodka!

 

where the art work comes from :
that is from rrrusty

i just needed a sock!

 

It starts innocently —

Just me thinking, Gee, I am out of socks. Um. Where are the elves?

There are no elves. Or, put another way, there is only one elf and tragically she is named Max.

So the tragically alone in housework [all you other elves are fired] Elf Max thinks, Okay, just do socks —

Okay, AND underoos. You are almost out of them. So. Socks and underoos. That will be easy.

But then, if I am doing socks and underoos, well, I might as well do a couple shirts.

And as long as I am doing socks AND underoos AND shirts and by now you know jeans and towels AND going downstairs, well, maybe these sweats too. And —

I am going by the bed collecting all this and think, Okay. Just grab the pillowcases.

Only, then, pulling pillow cases, I think, what about the comforter cover? And —

If you are going to do the comforter cover you should probably do the bottom sheet too —

AND. THEN.

I think well as long as I am going downstairs I should grab the trash [you know that means grabbing the freaking recycling too] and that means walking through the kitchen and —

FOR FUCK’S SAKE SOMEWHERE IN THERE I DID THE DISHES AND ACCIDENTALLY SCRUBBED THE KITCHEN FLOOR!

 

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*the kitchen floor was not my fault the trash bag leaked

 

where the art work comes from :
that is from hemiorange426