Wednesday, April 16, 2014
What does he want?
Does he have ennui? Is it Spring fever? Does his head hurt as much as mine does from the pollen? If so I wish I could relieve both of us!
I have heard people say they wish they knew what their pets were thinking.("this is an amusing little cookie, not as good as the bunny poop but better than kibble)(this place is a dump)(open the door, let me in, let me out, let me in, let me out...)
I usually know or think I do. My husband will ask me, "what does he want?" Poodle turns to look at me, send his desires telepathically and I interpret. After I finish speaking he turns back to DH to carry these out. This process has worked for us for years. Today, with just the two of us here, I don't know what he wants.
Wait, maybe I do. He wants... something. Something undefinable.
So do I.
We both will settle for a walk. In the pollen-laden air.
I have a splitting headache and am missing deadlines right and left. I should be sewing. Just to give you another clue as to the state of my challenge, this was what I made yesterday:
I made this free-form willy-nilly using my beloved scraps.
Just working in these colors is awesome.
Then I tried being a bit more, orderly and made this
Place, pin, stand back, reject, refold, unfold another, place, pin, stand back, reject...
A friend of mine once said, "I thought you artists just knew what to do"
(Feel free to tell me what Cole wants)
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