Blueberries. I don’t know what’s in those tiny blue orbs of delight, but I can’t get enough of them. My favorite breakfast lately is oatmeal with blueberries.
This Kitteh BOY! Hard to believe he wandered into our lives roughly 13 years or so ago, hungry, purring, talking, and so friendly. Of course, he had to stay with us. As innocent as he looks here, he is a demanding ball of fuzz. He head bumped my drink as I was taking a sip. That caused the liquid to spill down my shirt and into my bra. Maybe he was trying to tell me I needed to relax even more and ditch the bra?
Ijoema Oluo posted this on FB regarding Ukraine. It’s a truth bomb. https://www.facebook.com/ijeoma.oluo/videos/952502508746260 Part of what she says is, “And while we’re at it, we need to ask how we can keep the same energy and care for the people of Palestine, for the people of Haiti, for the people of Syria, for Black Americans, for indigenous people, and so many others harmed by the same imperialist and white supremacist forces around the world.”
Decorating is out of my wheelhouse and comfort zone. This is what I came up with for the window in the Snackroom. Not too bad and I’m looking forward to decorating for Easter. Rubber ducks are a thing in the Land of Lunch.
This 70 plus pounds of goofiness. She’s the smartest dumbest dog we’ve ever had the privilege of living with. If she had opposable thumbs, we would be in trouble. She got herself trapped under the tarped tractor. At first, I thought she pulled the ultimate disappearing act. The gates in the fenced yard were all closed so there was no way out. I couldn’t figure out where she had gotten to until I heard a strange noise from the tractor. She was looking for mice, got herself turned around, and couldn’t figure out how to get back out. Red Tick Coonhounds are something.
I’m looking forward to mornings without alarm clocks. Sitting in the yard swing in the wee hours before dawn wrapped in a blanket, a cup of hot coffee, and a crackling fire. It’s lovely to watch the sky lighten up as the sun begins its journey, feel the wind pick-up, and the chirps of the early birds.
I find gazing out the window so relaxing. It’s a moment to just be, daydream, or watch the squirrel shenanigans, and bird hooey. I’m calmer and less stressed when I allow those relaxing moments. The rest of the household benefits because I can’t wear my cranky pants when I’m calm. I’ve tried. The cranky pants refuse to say up, fall to my ankles, and skulk off to wherever they hide until the next opportunity presents itself.
I still crush on The Hubs. His love language is touch and through videos or song lyrics that express his feelings in a way that he can’t. He showed me this TikTok and made my eyes leak. I am well-loved and cherished.
Things that tickle my funny bone: Bloom County, The Far Side, The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Monty Python, Fluffy, Parks & Recreation, Schitt’s Creek, The Big Bang Theory, quirky, irreverent humor, outtakes, and bloopers.
The birds are back! Holy Cannoli it’s loud out there with all the bird songs. I spotted two robins in the yard. That’s my sign that spring is on the way.
Speaking of spring and robins, that sparked yet another story.
And speaking of stories, I had to admit that I am burnt out on gourd art. That was hard. It had become a part of my identity from being the Domestic Gourdess to The Gourdess to The Black Swamp Gourdess, working artist, etc., etc., etc. ad nauseam. I have been hanging on to that identity in some way shape or form by my fingernails. The signs were all pointing that way, but I refused to see.
What’s that got to do with stories? I was thinking of robins and winter acquiescing to spring when BAM, another story seed popped into my head. And, surprisingly it ties right in with the rest of the stories. That’s 6 or 7 titles now for this thing! Then, it hit me like a random anvil to the head, I haven’t felt this passionate and on-fire about something creative in a long time. I remember how I felt when I discovered gourds. I had no idea where they would take me, but I had to explore it. That’s how I feel about these stories and illustrating them. Oh, how I’ve missed that fire and passion!
Next week, I’ll have pictures of one finished Dark Unicorn taken by my professional photographer. That’s my youngest spawn who is going to college for such stuff.
I leave you with this:
Thanks for popping by! I’d love to know what’s going on in your world. What are you crushing on? what’s making you laugh? What nourishes you in these crazy times?
Hogs & Fishes,