Stormy Saturday

We had storms yesterday, and Anime is not a big fan. I went to sleep just after midnight, and at 5 AM today–BAM! Thunder. I heard some dog movement, but they’ve gone back to sleep. Unlike me. Dammit.

I am committing myself to staying away from news and news feeds today. I’m dedicating it to writing and anything else creative or positive. Maybe some coloring. Probably some cooking.

Still have plenty of this left over. Sof-sof, or what you may know as tabbouleh. It is SO good and will be part of tonight’s meal. Plus I used up that bulgur wheat pictured in a previous post.

Meanwhile, our big bathroom is like this:

Didn’t INTEND to do a remodel while we’re in quarantine, but leaking pipes have mandated it. Hopefully will be complete by the end of the coming week.

You may remember my toy orange VW that I found. I was sending a package to Marika of some other things, and on the spur of the moment I decided to color a VW bug for her (taken from one of my coloring books). After it was finished, I didn’t have a frame or mat the right size, so I painted a canvas and mounted the colored picture on it. It is now hanging in the gallery of her St. Pete home. And she wants a VW van go with it. HIPPIE SHIT HAPPENS. Eventually.


Back of the canvas. Timothy paints his canvas backs and they are like secret gifts of art. I use mine to clean extra paint off my brushes heh heh heh.

Photo Friday, No. 703

Current Photo Friday theme: Horizon


It’s raining in Houston, and I’m not inclined to go out horizon seeking in any case. Plus my photo archives are on dead computers; we’ll just move on from that info.

I went through my large collection of coloring books trying to find something that reflected the theme of “horizon.” Nothing really. I turned to my pal Google and tried different search words with “horizon” and “coloring books.” And then I hit on this page of the Wander on Words site.

OH, HOW I LOVE SERENDIPTY. First of all, the founder is Colleen Wilcox, and I’m two chapters away from introducing a new character in my work-in-progress named Colleen. Second, ART AND WORDS. Remember when I once created a series of paintings called One Word Art? It doesn’t matter if you don’t.

Google probably landed me here because of a quote from Colleen in response to COVID-19: There are wonderful things on the horizon. The good is coming. This fear and uncertainty is not forever.

The page pictured above, which I downloaded from the site and colored, uses words from one of my favorite poets, e.e. cummings, from his poem “i am a little church.”

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
–i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish) at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

I would love to teach this poem.

I can’t wait to explore the etsy shop more and pick up gifts for friends.

Oops moment made good

I handle the bill paying stuff for the Hall, and I’m usually pretty good at it. But for some reason, I overpaid one of our credit cards (better than not paying, but still), so I had a big credit. At the same time, there was a sale on something I wanted–a luxury item, not really needed, but what we need is usually food or prescriptions, which I don’t buy with a credit card or online, and whatever. We’re living in a pandemic so I bought something I didn’t need but wanted. Miraculously, with the delays in everything I’ve tried to have shipped to me, it arrived today.

I’ve gone back to coloring lately during breaks from writing. These were a much needed mood boost because of a bad event that’s been weighing heavily on me and which I won’t trivialize by making it part of this post.

Transport Thursday


Meet handsome Dallas. He actually caught his ride to a forever home in Colorado on Tuesday. I’m choosing to feature him because he’ll be the last transport dog I photograph for the foreseeable future.

Our volunteer coordinator has been trying to assemble a volunteer photo team to take over this task. While that is not fully in place, and normally I would never step away from a function without a replacement, I’m following the guidelines of the CDC and physicians to social distance and, at least for now, to self-quarantine.

I have four chronic auto-immune conditions. These and my age place me in a high-risk group for COVID-19. I’m doing all I can do for myself within my home to hopefully remain in good health. Because at this early stage, people are still confused about risks and are going about their daily lives because they aren’t sick and aren’t infected–or don’t think they are–it’s my responsibility to protect myself. Every transport, I come in contact with dozens of people. It’s hay fever season. It feels like everyone is sneezing and coughing, and that understandably makes people like me nervous.

I’m very fortunate in that my work for the rescue has always been from my home office. It’s the most logical way for me to work because my hours are weird and subject to change, but about 90 percent outside of normal business hours. I can work as usual. I’ll just miss seeing the animals, my fellow staffers, and all the amazing volunteers who inspire me. It won’t be forever. It’s just a pause in social interaction.

In addition to my rescue work, I’m in the process of working on the second novel in my series. Honestly, currently, not so much. I have to be in a certain mental space to write. Right now, my mental real estate is being used by a crazy mess of mood swings, anxieties, and information seeking. To counter all that, I’m talking to friends on the phone (Denece, if you only knew the number of times I’ve cracked up thinking of your first battle with the lizard I now call “Jim Morrison”–you are such a storyteller!), listening to music, a little painting (a very angry one), and reading.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE–this is the time to find ways to support the musicians, writers, and other artists you love. Bands and solo artists are likely unable to perform right now. Authors may not be able to promote their books at signings and conferences. Art festivals and exhibits may be cancelled. So many creative people already live close to the margins. Download their music–or mail order CDs and albums through your local music stores. Order books through your local bookstores, both online and mail order. That way you support small businesses and musicians and authors! BUY ART from people’s websites! There are also jewelry makers, knitters, and dozens of other craftspeople and artists who give us so much. Give a little back if you are able. And you can also share on your social media sites what music and books you’re loving, what series or movies you’re watching and enjoying–almost everything I buy to read or view comes from who I read about or what is recommended to me via social media. Word-of-mouth is vital to all creators.

Please take care of yourselves. Don’t listen to misinformation. Listen to scientists and medical professionals, and choose those voices wisely.

LOVE, so much love, to you all.

Stitchy Woman

These are wonderful pieces sent by cross-stitching Marika to Tom and Tim at Christmas. Thought she’d like to see them in their natural habitat.

Adding to Tom’s Star Trek collection:

They hang in the office over the Magic Cow:

Closer up, you can see how playful they are:

On Christmas Day, Tim and his new friend peek over the pile o’gifts.

And here’s a look at this distinguished guy inside the Fox Den.

They loved their gifts, Marika! Thank you so much.