My mammal in crime MTH has a solo show up for the month in downtown PDX. For those of you who are interested in ogling a myriad of intrigue, do check it out. I'm so dang proud of him I could chew off my kneecaps. The man with a thousand sparkly pants - Mark Woolley has put this shindig together. Check out more details HERE.
tuckered
It's official, I'm tuckered out. This could have to do with the seventeen projects I'm being bombarded with at work, the 4 giant creative projects I am concurrently plugging away with in my studio, the droning dog bark out back, the build up of dust in the corners, ovarian happenings, the stack of half-read books on my desk, the elbow that accidentally hits me in the face while I'll sleep, the moldy cheese in the fridge, the rust on my bike chain, those missing socks, a pile of laundry and... a group of burly raccoons have been chasing me around the block for days.
7 minutes
It's so lovely outside today I'm only allotting myself 7 minutes of computer time. Here's 7 minutes of present miscellany: In eye patches, the neighbor's children bang on broken doors. Rotund cats roll around pebbles and lick dry toes. Bees buzz from lavender to rosemary. Bamboo sways. Intestines digest a bowl of cereal. Someone lights a firecracker. Laundry spins. Cigar smoke wafts into nostrils. A beer pops open. A blonde woman runs by in short green shorts. A neighbor talks on his cell phone to his mother. An airplane takes off. Chickadees wrestle and sing. Wind whirls. Sun points shadows towards the right. A pink fleshed man speeds by on his bicycle. A basketball dribbles. A lawnmower hums. Windchimes chime.