Molly Goatwax

High praise, indeed

Hubby and I were having a beer at the notorious Mount Royal Tavern, noodling around, checking the news and e-mails on our laptop. As he signed out of his accounts and passed the computer over to me, the bartender walked behind us and stopped. "Is that one of your works?', he asked, indicating the The Trainwreck on Railroad Avenue posted on the desktop. I admited that it was and read him the poem in the painting. "..Uhhh......weeeeird.", muttered the fellow with a pound of rubber bands on his glasses. Perhaps he was just being polite.

Chairs, revisited

After years of bemoaning the imaging software I have on this computer and the ones before it, and not affording any upgrades, I discover webware applications courtesy of the world's largest advertising agency. Y'know, the one you use for a search engine. Huh. This could be the game changer, at least in a small way, for me.

Tune me out

Trying to avoid the relentless advertising associated with media and finding it difficult.

Flooding

Please, no more rain. I wish I could send it to Texas.

A Chair behind Rueben's House.

All arty, like.

Pepper Plot

The peppers had an idea

to form

a battle strategy with 

the map

to take over Randallstown.

They posted messages

to meet in a mildewed basement

in the Fall,

And the fish fled

in advance of being cooked.

 

 

Bearings

I've been waking up in the wee hours, unable to get back to sleep. I've been advised that this is common for people as they age and of course to be expected with the stresses we've been experiencing. The pitter patter of rain that should be so relaxing is actually maddening as I worry about the wet basement. Someday we'll get it cleared out and dry. 

Turning my Parking Lot back into Paradise

Yes, it was raining. Sometimes the rain was more than steady. My neighbor came out on her (covered ) porch to tell me how amusing it was to see me, so happy and wet with a beer in one hand and my tongs the the other. Ribs, Italian sausage and of course, peppers on the grill. Hubby says everything was done to perfection. Don't you wish you lived in my house?

Now I'm full and smell like smoke.

 

A Garden Bed

From the Chair by the Side of the Road series;

The Times they are a changing

After 34 years, Mr. Beetz is moving out. He has an obligation to his ancient parents.