Not unlike the creative child fully engaged in play with their imaginary playmates! If someone had questions about what they were seeing/hearing, just ask “What are the names of your imaginary friends?” Of course that could result in a wellness check. 🤔
This👆🏼is how I choose to live... as an earth artist, I collect things that I then assemble into works of art. The things I collect are sticks, twigs, leaves, flowers, berries, and seed pods.
I have recently become fascinated with what happens to seed pods when they dry out because many of them create a violent explosion to cast their contents onto what I’m sure they hope will be fertile soil. Were I not a collector of such things, I wouldn’t know this. One of the most violent of the pods has been milkweed, which Typist spoke of in one of her posts... Or maybe I “imagined” it, which is another benefit of all my creativity...
My imagination is on fire with infinite possibilities about all kinds of different things awaiting me in the second half of my life...
No midlife crisis here! I’m not buying into that myth!
Instead, I’m buying into the “Miracle of Midlife!”
I remember that long ago time when Henrietta’s primary aggravation was “Woof! Bark, bark, bark!” Just know that I hope the distressed muscles don’t interfere with enjoying the beans and rice. (Lover-ly bowl, by the way. A Dali-inspired shape?) I load mine up with chopped red onions and Cholula Hot Sauce. Good for winter days.
I’ve said before that when I don’t know the facts, I just make up something plausible sounding. My “fact” this time is BRP, bean- rice-paintist, injured her ankle? Dratted dog! Of course an injury to the non-preferred arm or hand would still allow paintist’s producing today’s featured artwork.
In its totality, I assess both the post and the quick recovery as miracles! Henny? Not so much...
That's the problem... leash. Because Henny is still a flight risk, she wears a 25 foot lead when we're out playing fetch/soccer/whatever. When I grabbed the handle she thought we were walking the trail around the yard and ran full tilt down the hill with me in tow. Something my thigh rebelled quite vociferously.
Can I send Henny away on a boat? 😂 Just kidding. I've grown attached to the little brat.
Oh, and I love the blasted beast reference (Calliope’s crinkles), toward Thalia! That wasn’t lost on me... 😂🤣😂
hahahahaha!
If people watched me laughing with myself and the invisible trio at studio's table, they might have a few questions!
😳
Not unlike the creative child fully engaged in play with their imaginary playmates! If someone had questions about what they were seeing/hearing, just ask “What are the names of your imaginary friends?” Of course that could result in a wellness check. 🤔
I've become almost allergic to people's advice, instruction, and rules.
I'm an unruly toddler.
Thick skin. Soft heart.
“There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
~Albert Einstein
This👆🏼is how I choose to live... as an earth artist, I collect things that I then assemble into works of art. The things I collect are sticks, twigs, leaves, flowers, berries, and seed pods.
I have recently become fascinated with what happens to seed pods when they dry out because many of them create a violent explosion to cast their contents onto what I’m sure they hope will be fertile soil. Were I not a collector of such things, I wouldn’t know this. One of the most violent of the pods has been milkweed, which Typist spoke of in one of her posts... Or maybe I “imagined” it, which is another benefit of all my creativity...
My imagination is on fire with infinite possibilities about all kinds of different things awaiting me in the second half of my life...
No midlife crisis here! I’m not buying into that myth!
Instead, I’m buying into the “Miracle of Midlife!”
#Grateful
#miracleofmidlife
sweet!
I’ve become a student of midlife... I’ll keep you posted! 😊
From what I've seen... you are rocking it!
I remember that long ago time when Henrietta’s primary aggravation was “Woof! Bark, bark, bark!” Just know that I hope the distressed muscles don’t interfere with enjoying the beans and rice. (Lover-ly bowl, by the way. A Dali-inspired shape?) I load mine up with chopped red onions and Cholula Hot Sauce. Good for winter days.
I’ve said before that when I don’t know the facts, I just make up something plausible sounding. My “fact” this time is BRP, bean- rice-paintist, injured her ankle? Dratted dog! Of course an injury to the non-preferred arm or hand would still allow paintist’s producing today’s featured artwork.
In its totality, I assess both the post and the quick recovery as miracles! Henny? Not so much...
Oh! Barkhowlbarkbarkbark! is still a nightly occurrence. I just decided to stop complaining about it. 😂
Beans? No beans. Rice drawn with uncooperative gel pen mixed with real uncooked rice from the pantry.
Quadricep!
One way or the other you were determined to have rice! Determination + creativity = rice. 🙂
Card: “If the seas were always calm, we would never build a better boat” 😁
Or a better leash, maybe? 🤔
That's the problem... leash. Because Henny is still a flight risk, she wears a 25 foot lead when we're out playing fetch/soccer/whatever. When I grabbed the handle she thought we were walking the trail around the yard and ran full tilt down the hill with me in tow. Something my thigh rebelled quite vociferously.
Can I send Henny away on a boat? 😂 Just kidding. I've grown attached to the little brat.
“vociferously”
Whoa! 😮
No Joke. I thought I was going to pass out.