Calliope’s hands looked like neglected nectarines. Sweat trickled down her back. “We’re getting there. Only two sections left.” The Muse of Harmony sat on her heels and surveyed the cedar deck. Urania counted boards, took stock of the remaining Ranchero Red
Here I sit pondering which type of stain you are using. Transparent (let the grain really stand out)? Semi-transparent (sort of makes all the boards average)? Solid body (not too different from paint; don’t expect to see any grain)?
But with a Zoom, Zap, Swoosh the Muses have the work well in hand! Surprised? Me? No, I’ve been fascinated by the cooperation and orchestration of this operation for a while now.
Life is too short to stand around watching paint (stain) dry! Already scrutinizing new arrangements for furniture and plants I’ll bet. Crafting invitations for an upcoming “Come sit on the newly refinished deck and sip some cold beverages” summer gathering! Labor Day? Any day’s a good day.
T-shirt: “We wanted so badly to be adults. Now look at us.” 😁
I've had a number of conversations over the years with nieces & nephews (actual and virtual) about the whole adulting thing. Sometimes there's pride in accomplishing an "adult" thing; sometimes there's a "nobody told me adulting was this hard!" episode; sometimes we share a "screw it, I can be a kid again if I want" moment.
Deepak quote reminds me of K's use of the phrase "choice less awareness". Could it be the place of
joy or love where no choice or decision is necessary. Ie absence of choice?
You got my attention with “neglected nectarines.”
Interesting choice of words… Very descriptive. Made me wonder whether a tangerine 🍊 would have the wherewithal to know it was neglected 🤔
You kept it with, “Thalia accidentally sprayed her friends with the hose. “Oops! How’d that happen? Is it time for lemonade?”
I love the quick “squirrel” transition to lemonade!
I’m currently Contemplating Deepak’s words…
I might be here awhile…
Marie? Marie? Is this light or heavy? Do I LOVE it?
Yes? I’ll consider keeping it. No? See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!
What did I miss? Hmmm 🤔
Oh yeah, response-ability and attitude… Yep!
😎
Here I sit pondering which type of stain you are using. Transparent (let the grain really stand out)? Semi-transparent (sort of makes all the boards average)? Solid body (not too different from paint; don’t expect to see any grain)?
But with a Zoom, Zap, Swoosh the Muses have the work well in hand! Surprised? Me? No, I’ve been fascinated by the cooperation and orchestration of this operation for a while now.
Life is too short to stand around watching paint (stain) dry! Already scrutinizing new arrangements for furniture and plants I’ll bet. Crafting invitations for an upcoming “Come sit on the newly refinished deck and sip some cold beverages” summer gathering! Labor Day? Any day’s a good day.
“Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music!
T-shirt: “We wanted so badly to be adults. Now look at us.” 😁
I've had a number of conversations over the years with nieces & nephews (actual and virtual) about the whole adulting thing. Sometimes there's pride in accomplishing an "adult" thing; sometimes there's a "nobody told me adulting was this hard!" episode; sometimes we share a "screw it, I can be a kid again if I want" moment.