A thousand years ago when I was a teacher I had a ritual of Friday Fluff...it was a bit of nonsense...a bit of playing with ideas...a bit of writing...a bit of show and tell. Fridays were always testing days...I chose to lighten the load...but I have to admit that it was also a bit of me and perhaps a bit of my father who loved the children's stories aspect of ministry. I'm still playing Friday Fluff...with adults. I have taken up bridge and love it...but...I also love the cards. This is a set of Keith Herring cards. Alas, my co-players are not as sold...they protested that they were tempted to bid by colour rather than by suit!

Now this is a wonderful example of consonance!

    So lovely
was the loneliness
    of the wild lake

Now the question is: Is this art or is this a doodle? I don't know but I find it very pleasing...I suppose it isn't art because I didn't spend much time on it...and there's no meaning...save for the fact that it pleases me!

 Dear Mr. Trump:

"When the full extent of your venality, moral turpitude, and political corruption becomes known, you will take your rightful place as a disgraced demagogue in the dustbin of history." 

I need to create a data base of pictures used but I'm pretty sure I haven't used this one...

"A good short story would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now and uneasy with the fit." S. King

So the question is whether or not I lack ambition? Do I have a strong desire to succeed? I think so...when someone gives me a project...there's the rub...I think I need to be kick-started...otherwise, I am distracted. I come to life when someone asks me if I want to play....

Mind you, I like projects that are challenging and demanding. I like to think outside the box...

Is that ambitious?
I don't have any products that prove I am ambitious...but...there are products out there that prove I am ambitious...I am momentarily ambitious. And if I were honest, I don't see ambition as an asset...there it is...I think ambition can be narrowing...it demands an answer, a product...All my products are unfinished. Ooops...that means seventy-eight years of unfinished products...I'd better get my act together!!!

"We are living in the Anthropocene age, an epoch where everything of Earth's current matter and life is being determined by the ruinous activities of just one warm-blooded, short-lived pedestrian ape."

"Fear tricks us into living a boring life."
(I think that's the equivalent of: Pat, put on your big boy pants!)

Duck tape can not fix stupid but it can muffle the sound.

Yupp...it's a plate of dead flowers...I'm trying to understand what art is...
I think I understand the difference between Irish and Scottish...the Scots have taken to filling their potholes with porridge in protest for the obvious need to fill their potholes...I can't see the Irish doing that but I'll have to think about what is Irish!

I don't want to be the puppet master.
I don't want to be the puppet.
I just want to be a participant.

I've tried to fix this blog...but it won't be fixed! 

On teaching…the job seems to require the sort of skills one would need to pilot a bus full of live chickens backwards, with no brakes, down a rocky road through the Andes while simultaneously providing colorful and informative commentary on the scenery.

Franklin Habbit

I've often thought that there was a no-brainer element in photography...How could one not succeed with a tree such as this one!

So what is art? Can art be fun to make or does one have to suffer? Too much deep thinking for a Sunday morning from someone who is trying to revive her blog...and is much to her disappointment finding that Pinterest has become vapid...they're sending me recipes for goodness sake.

I have no idea where this came from but I also don't want to die out again:

Language is a virus from outer space.

Or
Virus is a language from outer space!

I should really have a data base of photos...just so that I don't repeat myself...but...I don't.

I have been reminded of two Biblical stories in the past week...one the story Job with whom I identify even though I don't approve of the outcome and the other of Mary and Martha. Martha worked to prepare food whilst Mary sat at the feet of Jesus. Now...it just depends on how often Mary sat at the feet of Jesus and whether or not she ever helped out in the kitchen...but I identify with Martha. Someone has to wash the dishes...metaphorically speaking!

This is my cat chasing the shadow of a crow...
Today I was stopped at a light.
Someone...no...a police person was managing the light.
He or she was dressed to the point where his or her face was completely covered save for some goggles and even they were covered...
It was very cold out.
I understood.
But I couldn't help considering the irony that the government is putting through a bill stopping people from covering their faces in public.
I was tempted to take a picture but he or she might not understand.

Ok...I've been reading my blogs...and I feel guilty...I should be blogging...
Today, I discovered that someone in the garage ran into my brand new car.
Today I dealt with a woman who has had Parkinson's for 38 years...she has done well because of her nature...
She makes me grumpy because of her nature...
She explained that she was a Cancer...a crap...(Wait! I meant crab! But that's so funny that I'm leaving it. I love the auto correct on my phone...sometimes I just say - Whatever!) she "walked sideways."
And I sit here embarrassed by my dismay at my car and feeling guilty because I am so privileged.
And suddenly I wondered if I should get religion.
Would that make me nicer?