It’s raining!

Finally. We got a little bit of it yesterday, mostly a light drizzle for a while, but right now, it’s REAL rain. And thunder. Which means that some quivering little thing has tucked herself into the smallest space possible between my feet and my desk.


Poor Margot.

Today’s breakfast wasn’t very exciting, but it was healthy. I even got it FROM the health food aisle. Raisin bran with half a banana added. Longtime readers may wonder why Mark G. Harris never provided photos with HIS updates.


Do banana slices look like they have little emoticons on them to anyone else?

We make things

Do you like this? Oh, I do, so much. I ordered it from the Tea Horse Studio Etsy Shop. I became aware of artist Cynthia Cusick through our mutual friend (and my TJB writing partner) Timmy. Cynthia’s dog, Diva, was injured by a car and required expensive surgery, including putting a rod, plate, and screws in her leg. Similar circumstances are how I came to know Tim’s first foster dog, EZ, so my heart ached for the challenges that lie ahead for Diva and her family. And when Cynthia ramped up her creative energies to help raise money for Diva’s care, I was on board.

I ordered this stoneware soap dish because it reminds me of Van Gogh’s paintings. And I like it even better than I thought I would, so I immediately turned around and ordered a gift for someone else from Cynthia’s shop. I love being introduced to new artists, and while conventional wisdom posits that Americans don’t make things anymore, I’m trying to find unique items like this one for myself and to give as gifts. There’s so much soul and heart energy in what people create, whether it’s in paint, textiles, sculpture, jewelry, music, words… While institutions and corporations seem to value creativity less every day, I think we as creative individuals must support one another.

And if it helps an injured or sick animal get well, then so much the better. You can read about Diva’s experience here. Sending wishes for a speedy recovery to you, Diva!

It’s magic

When I was putting away some magnetic words and drawing others for today’s poem, a few fell to the floor. I didn’t worry about picking them up immediately. It’s not like they were going anywhere, right?

I forgot Penny the Foster Goat is in-house this week.

I caught her two rooms later and asked her to drop it. I got this.

I wonder what words she’ll crap later.

Maybe that’s what readers say about me, too.