Frame of Reference

Coming back to Tennessee is always fun. Unfortunately, this time, I left later than I normally do so I was unable to watch the mountains grow in the distance, since it was so dark. My family was happy to see me, even Wren. She caught a mouse and left it for me at my bedroom door for whenever I woke up. Isn't she sweet? I really hope to squeeze in some picture taking. The weather hasn't been that cooperative. It's been very overcast. My schedule has been a bit busy as well. Who's isn't this time of year? We'll see!

Do you feel like taking a walk? Really amazing lyrics by Elisa from her Dancing album: What shall I do, just to feel A little over zero, a little over Now that im sadness Now that im weakness Gonna walk like it's for ever Gonna walk because it will save me And my fragility could kill me Is this the best I can be? Is this the best I can give? cause i wanna break out and just live my life yea, i wanna wake up and find out im alive A saint for each bone Would be magical It would feel so all consuming That I'd burn up just like paper And my serenity it will kill me so Is this the best I can be? Is this the best I can give? A picture or two. A contest of parks:

So tropical storm Ida was hardly even that. We've had more excitement with your run of the mill, every day, kind of storm. The weather channel people were here, that was a bit fun, vicariously. Took some pictures today. Flexing muscles of the photographic variety. Hoping to enter a "Park" contest. Want to PRACTICE first. Practice, practice, practice.

People are getting antsy over Ida around these parts. Apparently "I" storms carry nerves along with the wind. I guess those who weathered out Ivan have some basis for that. Landfall is forecasted for Tuesday. I'm just worried about flooding. Our neighborhood has a shit-tastic drainage system and floods when it rains hard for more than 30 minutes. I need to be able to drive and get out! The tide is supposed to rise 3 to 6 feet. Work was fruitful this evening if not a bit strange. An elderly woman was convinced she was allergic to me. She grilled me on my perfume (I don't wear any), my fabric softener (I use what's on sale, this week it's ALL for sensitive skin), my soap, my shampoo, at that point I got another table and politely excused myself. She wasn't even sneezing though, what gives? My boss said it was because I had a wrinkly shirt on, in between her fits of laughter. They said that they are going to pool their money and buy me an iron for christmas. ...

Welcome to my 400th post! I painted today, sort of. Great stress relief. I have never been a fan of Jackson Pollock, but after today, I get it. I'm still not a fan, but I understand where he's coming from a little bit more I think. I've also been listening to Tegan and Sara's new album "Sainthood" which has a lot of elements that remind me of the 80s. Looking at these two paintings remind me of the 80s, see where I'm going with this? So here is to trying new things. Because if you don't, how do you know?