The challenge: Do a line drawing of yourself.
I stare at the pencil-portrait from when I was seven.
I try to copy it.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
The challenge: Do a line drawing of yourself.
I stare at the pencil-portrait from when I was seven.
I try to copy it.
…coughing-coughing-coughing…
Suffering from my first post-COVID cold
“Thank you for wearing a mask,”
my co-worker said
It’s the least I can do
Bereft of verdure
The snowscape spreads before me
White upon more white
I usually like snow
Today I long for blossom
#TankaTuesday
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Helen said, “INTJs are good listeners until they make a judgment.”
I prayed, “Lord, let me be reluctant to lean into my J.”
The dieter says: Sweets are bad; I cannot have them ever.
The faster says: Sweets are good; I will not take them now.
A woman wished me “Happy Women’s Day” today.
Here’s my collage take(s) on Winslow Homer’s painting of a strong woman: Inside the Bar.

It’s late
After 8
Been up since 3
(Cats on a spree —
Meow, meow)
Anyhow
Must post
Or I am toast
The end
I tried to photograph the moon this morning sitting low on the western horizon.
My washed-out photo didn’t do it justice so I-edited-edited-edited-edited-until-it-sort-of-resembled-it-but-not-really.
“Draw or paint a window, including the emotions it makes you feel.” from Henri Matisse and the Colors of Lent
#Lentendevotional
#NotthepictureIstartedouttomake
#Doesitevokeemotion?
Lesson #1, kids — see the people serving you. Never think you’re above them. Start off by greeting the person behind the desk.
#didnothappen