waiting for the muse

As you can see, things aren't nearly as exciting in the Octo-Plant department as they have been. Every day the flowers progress a bit up the stalk and the flowers at the bottom die off. The thing is so heavy now that I'm glad I turned it around to fall on the bushes or it would be lying on the ground. A woman nearby that I met was talking about her plant that sent up a shoot like this (I thought) so I walked over to her house to see what she had and it was a wall of Mother-In-Law tongues, not my fabuloso Octopus Agave. She has no idea... I was just hoping that when my kids come that they could see it too, but it will probably be long gone by then.

An Aside (Just was wondering why my coffee tasted off, sort of fishy. It occurred to me I used a mug in the sink to ladle chicken soup over Molly's kibble last night, then set the mug on the counter. This morning in my haze I grabbed the mug and poured coffee into it. There ya go, a meal in a mug. My housewifery skills are something in the past. I now have a fresh mug, and it tastes ever so much more coffee-like.)

It's easy to appear transparent to your friends now, but there's still more happening than meets the eye. It's not that you are hiding anything; it's just that your words don't quite describe your feelings, which can be based upon a metaphysical concept that is difficult to explain. Everyone seems to like that you're putting in extra work, yet it's the projects that endure over the long run that truly count.

Hahahahhhaaa, ME- a metaphysical concept! That's good. OK, So I am putting in too much work right now, but to get these things to 'endure' I have to make 'em, don't I? SO, heigh ho heigh ho, it's off to the studio I go, hopefully to not spend quite so long today.

(Any of these little guys available to hang flannel? Or are they going to pull the height-challenged crap on me?)