Pothead

Happy Winter Solstice!

Reservoir Romp

Ready for press

When Ayla finished writing her memoir, she produced a rough sketch of what she wanted on the cover.  (See previous post below.) Yes, she's an art director, too. I then worked-up the final version in Adobe Illustrator and now we're ready to go to press.

A Memoir

My number one dog, Ayla, has a way of getting into my silliest of ideas. (sigh.)

Doodlie Doo

Blog Post

Doodles today

Another Wednesday (Part 3)

Another Wednesday is here.

Yes, it’s trash day

pickin’ up poops.

No rain this Wednesday.

Everything is frozen

including the poops.

Firm, icy pudding-pops

are December treats

given to me

from the dogs, with love.

I am lucky, indeed.

‘Tis the season…

…to turn on every light in the house at 4 pm because the sun sets at 4:12 pm.

…to wear 3 pairs of wool socks because my feet are frozen sculptures with toe-shaped icicles on the ends.

…to go to bed at 8 pm because it feels like 11 pm because it’s been dark for four hours already.

My Ocean

I enjoy talking with my Ocean.

I say hello; tell her she’s beautiful.

She responds or doesn’t

But we coalesce.

Happy Howlin' Hound

Weeds

Last Night I Dreamt...

...I was in a room with about 8 other women. Apparently, it was some kind of intimate party where all the guests, including myself, were wearing elaborate, silky, Elizabethan-influenced dresses. They were dark and rich in color, lots of burgundies and violets. I knew only one woman there. I felt out of place, especially because of the dress. Someone put dark, thick make-up on my eyes. I looked into a mirror and saw a face that was similar to mine but not my face, with a huge "third eye". Typically, the third eye is depicted in paintings on the forehead. But this is dream-land – a third eye rests where the dream puts it.

Hopefully the dream means I am gaining some kind of insight on something; or perhaps it's telling me I have the ability to acquire a wider perspective on life. R-ight. I can be certain it doesn't mean I'm reaching enlightenment.

The dream is more likely telling me what I already know: A defective, twisted and confused brain resides in my skull. Period.