You know that old saw that the path to Hell is paved with good intentions? That’s actually a mistake. There is no path to Hell, only a lot of detours and wrong turns. Which is what I was doing today.
I painted today. Badly, but I painted. I’m rusty. On one 5″x5″ tile that I painted, I didn’t like what happened with the blue, so I caked on pthalo blue over it, and then I sort of went crazy and put more and more paint on it and what it turned into is weird. Not like the stuff I used to paint at all, which was deliberate and meticulous strokes. This was like that art that you see in coffee houses that’s really bad and not art, and yet you like it anyway. (Or not.) Another tile I painted a sort of gloppy red cat–again way more paint than I needed.
Chris said, “You use a lot of texture in your painting, I’ve noticed.”
Translated that means, “What the hell?”
Now they have to dry since they both have so much paint on them. But they’re not for me. Back in March, I did this thing on Facebook where I promised the first 5 people to respond to my Note would get something handmade by me, with the caveat that they would have to wait until after our wedding. Now, I’m delivering the goods.
When these 2 tiles dry, I’ll see if I can’t take a picture of them and post them here for you to see. (Of course, you might regret that.) Maybe next weekend, I can work on the others.
All of this is by way of saying, I didn’t get any poetry done. But I do consider the day successful, despite the detours, because I accomplished:
- 5 loads of laundry
- 2 “paintings”
- 1 Target run, for cat-related items, including Fancy Feast and litter.
- 3 articles in Poets & Writers read
Ok, and on a completely random note, 2 seconds ago the cats were just acting weird, and all of the sudden there was what looked to be a black thing on the floor. I thought it was a roach (eww!!!), but then it HOPPED! It was a little frog! In our house! So Chris tried to get it but it hopped into the kitchen. And then it tried climbling up the cupboard! And then Chris caught it and put it outside.
How in the hell did a little frog get in our 2nd floor apartment???????
Now Jenny is looking around for the frog. I think she’s pissed she couldn’t eat it.
I’m sorry, from now on, my house is a frog-free zone. I can’t be having little frogs hanging out. That’s just not sanitary.
But maybe I could write a little frog poem.