He’s cute. He’s sweet.
He’s an incorrigible eraser thief.
And he sneaks on the counter to steal bread at night.
Never, ever trust a cat.
He’s cute. He’s sweet.
He’s an incorrigible eraser thief.
And he sneaks on the counter to steal bread at night.
Never, ever trust a cat.
The Clash song Rock the Casbah is the inspiration for this saying. It’s even better than saying “you rock!”
I was greeted with this wonderful view before I left work today. Sometimes I wish I could pare my life down to simply earth and sky.
A year in the Borderland seeking horse knowledge.
Guided by hoof-struck inspiration,
each mile is a day wrapped in mid-October Myst.
Eleven symbols for ceremony
from a wellspring of blessed water
hidden in early morning Myst.
Each mile is a day finding our way home.
I typed the above fat-finger to Lisa today. Her reply, “To where?” This oh-so-true typo is oh-so closely related to my Brooklyn Art Library Sketchbook Project theme: Mysterious Mapping. Here is the work in progress and nearly complete.