Now I've Seen Everything

Fly, Little Bird, Fly

I am a Sapiosexual

Not that it's a problem. But admitting it is the first step toward finding an authentic love. One that will last. Where are the smart guys with twinkly eyes?

The Madness Begins

Son Reid gave me a jigsaw puzzle for Christmas. In an effort to clear up the last bits of indoor clutter so I can move on to outdoor projects, there is now a puzzle assembling spot downstairs. I have a big table and a non-glaring light source,

Starting a puzzle so I can get other things done does seem self-defeating in nature. Though it's possible I may become obsessive about working on it, I now have a space dedicated to jigsaw puzzles. Meaning we're not eating around it or shifting daily business to another space for the duration of puzzle-putting-together activity. So this can be a leisurely pastime. Some little dreams take time.*

*I never did accomplish establishing a puzzle space in the old house. Odd that it's possible in this house after downsizing square footage by 25%. Proving that smaller might be better. Or just better-used is better.

The Unsent

More of Me as a Painting

Let the Denial Begin!

Facebook is marketing this shirt to me. Not along the side, mind you, but smack-dab in the middle of the news feed on my home page. It just doesn't get any more targeted than this. Which is precisely why I won't buy one. So there.