Molly Goatwax

Priorities

After close questioning, I have determined that the younger daughter has never had a proper banana split. This situation must be rectified by the end of the week.

Quandry

I wonder where I am going to put my friends, the succulents? I have no sills on my southern windows.

at the scales

At the grocery store I picked up a tomato today, and it looked alright...but the first one was 4.99 a pound and the other type, 3.99. I was not feeling like paying two dollars for a single tomato that more than likely tastes like mush. Brisket, however,  was 1.99 a pound and the butcher assured me it is ideal for the crock-pot. I will have to wait for tomatos on my sandwich and fix us a nice Spring Dinner with the corned beef and cabbage and all..

Like found money

Mostly I can't sleep after checking the plumbing at 4:30 a.m.or so. This morning I went back into my dreams only to fall into a mailbox, unable to reach the cell phone in my back pocket. Later, in real life, I was rushing towards the Abel Wolman Municiple Building downtown when I slipped on loose cardboard on the sidewalk. I went down hard, wrenched my back, sprained my arm and wondered who to blame as I lay there on the pavement staring at the sky. While I was pondering the frequency of these occurances, my nostrils were bludgeoned by the aroma of solid human waste. I creaked upright and hurried away, hurt but unsullied-a near miss, someone must have covered a pile with the flattened boxes- to deal with a water bill ignored for years. The city had been sending the water bill for the studio house to the wrong address and I finally had to own up to it. In a bizaare turn of events, it seems that my complaint of last year caused an enduring credit to my account. Rather than the lien I had expected, I will be sent a check. Huh. That's one thing won't be waking me up early anymore for awhile.

the further adventures of Ethanol Goatwax

Professor Goatwax has bought herself a four bedroom piece of antique cabinetry that will take her the next few years to repair. More than most houses, this one needs to have leaks plugged, holes built over, floors replaced and oh let's wait to see about the windows. That's O.K. It cost only a few months' salary and she won't have to struggle with a mortgage, being a starving part time teacher n all. It's a good thing for all of us the heating season is at an end. My leetle goil...

I wear sensible shoes

And I hold his drink while he's driving. Life is hard. Hubby and I just thanked each other in recognition of  being there for the long haul. Because, you know you have found that special someone with whom you could survive being trapped in an elevator for three days. Or losing a parent, or a child, body parts, a job or a house. Or losing your breakfast all over his morning suit at the wedding...wait...did I do that?

Moving on

I have been boxing up the studio, soon the little house will need to be painted and sold, or rented. If that is depressing, there is also the catharsis of rebirth to anticipate as I leave behind yet another stage. The stuff I use most will get moved into the sunporch at home, the completed works wrapped and boxed for the basement. Tools, hardware and papers are getting sorted and contained. It may take a year before I get to set up a full studio again, if I'm lucky. At least I've a good start on next year's crop of Valentines.

roused by a gentle shake

Dag! I missed the Baltimore Snuggi Pub Crawl! I musta been snoozin' on the couch, all cozy, like.

Another new day

Let's start fresh. A shower will help.

My little Ethanol

My older daughter is all grown up and living in the midwest disguised as a professor of photography at an art school. But today is her birthday! I wish her a big, gooey cake and lots of kisses!