I Like It Like That

I went for a walk this morning in the misty drizzle.  Older neighborhoods with all their huge trees are delightful, as is walking in the rain.  Except your camera gets wet.  This is the tree in our backyard that W tried to kill a few years back, but it was having none of that.  He had it cut back so low we thought it would die (his marker slipped and the tree trimmers cut it there anyway, probably rolling their eyes in confusion while they did it.)  It’s gone kind of crazy since then, in a magnificent sort of way.  I like it.


This is my street when I’m almost home.  Every time I’m driving it I think I should walk back there and take a picture of it, so today I did.  Even on a cloudy dull day it’s rather beautiful.

Nope, this is not a park, it’s the side yard of the house across the street.  This is what I see when I look out my living room window.  This guy is NOT a tree trimmer.  I like that.

I decided to update my timeline picture on Facebook and this is it, a strange angled shot of the front of our house.

Yes, I have entirely too much time on my hands today.  And speaking of the timeline, I like it.  I have never NOT liked it and in fact I think it’s one of the most likable things they’ve done there.

I like that I’ve got absolutely nothing interesting to say today and filled up some blog space anyway.

For The Fun Of It

I used to paint all the time until I started doing it for money, and then it became work and I stopped.  I sometimes wonder if that urge to create my ‘works of art’  just for the fun of it will ever come back.

I’ve been reading some things about the creative process, and writer’s block, and finding inspiration, and none of it has been all that inspirational to me.  Because the bottom line is – if you don’t get a kick out of doing something, you will stop doing it.

After today, because of a scheduling fiasco and a stat holiday and a trade off of one day for another at work, I will have five days off in a row and lots and lots of time on my hands to blog my little heart out.  If nonsensical blather is all I come up with, I refuse to care or appologize or try harder.

There will probably be poetry.  You have been forewarned.