Ta-da!!
Time for a change. These pix were taken by 10-yr-old B. I was looking down at the dog, who wanted "in" on the shot. We cropped him out.
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Friday, February 11, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Slumped
I'm in a Slump. And as Dr. Seuss says, "And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done."
I know, how could that be? I live the life of leisure. I get to sculpt clay with my good friends Dot, Millie, and Fran. They are sweet as apple freaking pie. All are retired art teachers collecting their pensions who talk about how happy they are to not be teaching art. How bad kids are nowadays. "And what do you do, honey?"
I do nothing.
Anyone want a pencil holder? Or a butter dish that looks eerily like a coffin?
The snow keeps coming. Drowning me in whiteness. I think we have had 131 inches this winter. That is almost 11 feet. That's what the paper says. They keep track of that sh*t. Like we win something. That is just wrong. The winner is stuck in the house, wishing for sunshine.
I know, how could that be? I live the life of leisure. I get to sculpt clay with my good friends Dot, Millie, and Fran. They are sweet as apple freaking pie. All are retired art teachers collecting their pensions who talk about how happy they are to not be teaching art. How bad kids are nowadays. "And what do you do, honey?"
I do nothing.
Anyone want a pencil holder? Or a butter dish that looks eerily like a coffin?
The snow keeps coming. Drowning me in whiteness. I think we have had 131 inches this winter. That is almost 11 feet. That's what the paper says. They keep track of that sh*t. Like we win something. That is just wrong. The winner is stuck in the house, wishing for sunshine.
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