And just where have you been, young lady? Your mother and I have been worried sick about you.
Mea Culpa, Gentle Reader. I have been missing from your computer screen for two weeks now and I am darned sorry about that. There is a simple explanation involving Harley-Davidsons, international border crossings and a warehouse full of stolen tequila, but I am not at liberty to go into details. My sharing might impact the state of US-Bulgarian relations. As it is, there’s a lot of scrambling right now regarding that unfortunate near-fatal…
At any rate, let’s just say that I have been busier than I normally am at this time of the year.
Here’s my “official” cover story–wink, wink:
From time to time, home owners take a look around and think “Holy Mother of Pearl! What’s happening here? The paint is peeling on the garage door, the front door has faded from cranberry red to dusty rose and it just might be that we are not actually living in a permanently crepuscular world. Perhaps the windows are so foul both in and out that the light of day no longer penetrates.”
Here is the horrible catch-22, snake-eating-its-tail consequence of setting out to fix those little things: righting one wrong only serves to shine a spotlight on the next problem.
And before you know it, there’s a line of paint-spattered dominoes falling as far as the eye can see.
That little spasm of clean-up, fix-up, paint-up has safely passed and my Wabi Sabi life should be returning to normal soon…right after a short totally cool and exciting mid-week trip to Rhinelander that I will tell you about tomorrow.
(Art show! Art show!)