In South Baltimore there is a street where cactus fill the tree wells in the sidewalk. I was admiring them one day when a woman broke off a piece from the well in front of her house to give me. She told me to just stick it into the ground, it can't be killed. So I stuck it into a pot. It first looked like mittens, then the buds turned into fingers and then it turned into a handful!
I have been falling asleep in the afternoon despite my best efforts. Then I wake up in the middle of the night and seeing the time, fall back to sleep. It makes for scintillating conversation. Today the younger daughter fell asleep and snoozes still. It must be the cat and his influence.
My antique ironing board would not stand up because it's warped a bit and the wooden brace would not meet the latch. This is a good reason to keep a rubber mallet handy. Next! Bracelet clasps no hubby home...scotch tape the receiving end to the wrist and clasp away. At noon Hubby and I will be attending the first of the ceremonies marking our Sparkle Princess' graduation from High school and I want us to pass as respectable types.
It all statrted this morning when I woke up wanting to hear Glen Campbell's Whitchitaw Lineman. I've had worse earworms.Rarely am I impelled to listen to the original. I found it on the phone. It was even more haunting than the memory. Now I can't shake Johnny Cash.
I have been struggling along with a show proposal that treats the theme of the Chair By the Side of the Road. I am not going to make deadline-this is a subject I've been visiting over the ye years but it has not informed a cohesive body of work. I have a couple of pages about the symbolism and ubiquity of the Chairs, but the works reflect the disparate styles I went through. I don't have time to paint twenty chair paintings. I am not going with the manhole lids. A quandry.