I suppose so.
Forced into this strange universe again.
Days pass...
I am sitting in the dining room that is more like a record room. The table that used to be a barn door is covered in small multi-color chunks of broken glass and the turntable spins the third comp record in a compilation of the music of the songs of the Ottoman Empire 1913-1930. the liner notes start "Our story begins the year before the U.S entered World War 1 and the year after the genocide in Anatolia killed 2.5 million people." Its less depressing than it sounds.
In fact, as my strong pint glass of sweet coffee kicks in, I find my fingers dancing, then myself. My itinerary was unexpectedly cleared a day or two ago-so what better to do than dance on a Sunday?
Meanwhile the main floor bathroom sits stripped down to studs, blue bubble tiles waiting for mortar.
I need to get out in the rain today and put the twine for the sweet peas up. I need to break some purple glass for the hair of the girl in my mosaic. I need to finish the book that Ross wrote. I would like to finish the chapter in Victoria Finley on the color green, go for a swim, make soup.
and a giant set of mosaic pictures because I want to and nobody is on this thing anymore.
Days pass...
I am sitting in the dining room that is more like a record room. The table that used to be a barn door is covered in small multi-color chunks of broken glass and the turntable spins the third comp record in a compilation of the music of the songs of the Ottoman Empire 1913-1930. the liner notes start "Our story begins the year before the U.S entered World War 1 and the year after the genocide in Anatolia killed 2.5 million people." Its less depressing than it sounds.
In fact, as my strong pint glass of sweet coffee kicks in, I find my fingers dancing, then myself. My itinerary was unexpectedly cleared a day or two ago-so what better to do than dance on a Sunday?
Meanwhile the main floor bathroom sits stripped down to studs, blue bubble tiles waiting for mortar.
I need to get out in the rain today and put the twine for the sweet peas up. I need to break some purple glass for the hair of the girl in my mosaic. I need to finish the book that Ross wrote. I would like to finish the chapter in Victoria Finley on the color green, go for a swim, make soup.
and a giant set of mosaic pictures because I want to and nobody is on this thing anymore.