nutbush flats #19

After crawling under the bed, after pushing aside papers and books, after looking through pockets of dirty jeans...after looking behind dirty dishes, behind bowls of tomatoes, amongst toothbrushes, beside the phones and alarm clocks, and in winter coats, I found a dollar bill. But, I was looking for a black technical pen that wasn't dried up...

and I didn't find one. Although, while on my quest, a bottle of ink and a new dip pen did appear. So, I burned the nib and set to work and realized that I shall never return to a Micron. 

Well, maybe I shouldn't say that. Dip pens are mighty difficult to manage when one has a sketchbook propped on his knees while in bed..

Car 54-extended version

salt with crackers #2

It's because that is what we chose to do...we chose to put all of our things into little boxes with little categories with doors for each. Some we kept locked and others were rolling and spilling all over. And the doors were behind the faces of  drawers. Some which would slide forward and others would shut and the whole cabinet would shake as we pushed it over the floor.

my shack life-yard trip#7

with huffy the wonderbike

a visit back to Nutbush Flats

my shack life

After about two months, I had a chance to pick up a pencil for the purpose of drawing something and regaining a small piece of what seems to be left of my sanity.

The in-laws were coming and the yard needed to be cleaned up and cleaned out. The house needed paint and woodwork and shifted about and generally cleaned up and cleaned out. And, the garden needed tended (for which I'm still behind).

...and a henhouse needed built. And of course the henhouse is not yet finished, but I guess it's close enough for temporary purposes.

...nothing is ever finished around here, even when I think it is.

Maybe it's me with the faraway eyes.