In the dog days of summer, I go into a state that is close to hibernation. I can only take so much of unrelenting sun and heat and rainless existence.
I’m parched. In my body and in my psyche.
I need watered.
Couple this diminished condition with recent events in the world... [pick any spot on the globe that suits your fancy and I’m sure you can find alarming things taking place], and you [I mean I] have the makings of an olympic level introvert’s ... hmmm, the first thing that came to mind was ‘ball’. That doesn’t sound right does it? Okay, introvert’s convention. No, that would involve other people.
Just a minute, thinking cap time...
I may have it...
Introvert’s thumb sucking session.
That’s me.
I want some rain. Some cool breezes. The sound of gently running water. No torrents for me, I couldn’t take it right now. I’m too brittle for torrents. I want some good news from far flung places. Encouraging tidings from foreign shores. A report of someone sighting a sane elected official doing something ethically upright that doesn’t have anything whatsoever to do with getting re-elected.
While I’m fantasizing, I might as well go whole hog. I want some long lost friend I haven’t seen in decades to ring my doorbell and surprize the socks off me. I promise I will bake cookies immediately following their arrival to celebrate with them. . . I’ll mix up my secret weapon cookies. The cookies that are guaranteed to bring harmony to all who eat them... Chocolate Raisin cookies. Do not doubt me. Even if you despise raisins, you would love these cookies.
Right now I even have the front door wide open just in case the long lost friend DOES arrive.
You never know...
Sigh.
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Okay, the...
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in me is sucking her thumb today. I admit it.
But the big grown up girl is trying to cope with all this other stuff in more constructive ways.
I’ve been painting.
Though it floated through my consciousness yesterday that I am making watercolors in a rather manic fashion.
I’m painting in self defense these last many days. As if my sanity depended upon it.
(Your sanity hangs by a thread every single day you nutroot. Haven’t you gotten used to it by now?)
I guess not.
So this is what I have been doing:
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And this....
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and this...
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Oh yeah, and this...
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I found a similar one on the internet and decided to try and duplicate him. Twice. And just to prove I am on a mouse jag, I have another one sketched out ready to paint today.
But in all fairness, I DID have a bit of good news yesterday. Someone in the neighborhood is interested in organizing a community fair where clubs and businesses and crafters could have booths. I shot them an email right away to say I was interested. I hope it happens. Maybe I can sell a few of these art therapy items and buy myself a really top of the line rainstorm.
You never know.
It could happen.
(Yeah, and you could wake up completly sane tomorrow morning too.... AS IF!)
No comment.
I’m very busy.
I have a mouse to paint.
In defense of sanity.