I have scrubbed the mold off three more gourds and have them drying in the sun in the backyard. Another is also drying from being rubbed with wood stain. Two will be covered with paper and the other will have leaves decoupaged onto it. The next step is to sand the bottoms so they sit steady.
I have the pleasant task of choosing which pressed leaves to put on the one. I have to sort through a pile of them that I keep in wax paper envelopes. I love looking at them. It’s calming.
I could use all the calming activities possible. I am holding my breath wanting to know if The Butcher is dead or alive. I should probably go ahead and exhale because it seems that the misinformation machine is quite healthy in that part of the world. They want their heros mythical. In life and death and even in questionable death.
This clashes with our western desire for the facts. We are so often deprived of them in dealing with these different world views.
It’s frustrating.
But what does this have to do with gourd crafting in my backyard ?
I suppose to be honest, not much. But I am trying to stay busy and creative and productive rather than wringing my hands in front of the tube. This does not absolve me however from thinking about it and wondering how it’s all going to turn out in the end.
Okay, I will stop. I must be entering a manic phase is all I can think.
My brain is jumping from one subject to another like a kid in a candy store. I feel light headed and slightly giddy.
I should probably be on medication.
I prescribe two large bars of Hershey’s chocolate, with a 6 Oreo chaser. Milk optional.
(Oh THAT will really help, load her up with sugar….Somebody get the broccoli, we’ll give it to her I.V. )
Noooooo . . . I want CHOCOLATE !