Dear Life, You made me an artist so Its all your fault. I look at the chaos around me and I realize just how easily distracted I become.. There are still a dozen boxes to unpack.... I begin with good intentions but then I notice the dog hair on the floor.... Poor Trix... Why does she shed in the winter? She is dirty too. So I call Trix into the bathroom and proceed to scrub and groom. I then notice there is more hair off her than on her, looks like a rabbit exploded in here. Hmmmm...rabbit, should I incorporate rabbit skin into the powder horn I am working on?.... Ill just clean this up annnd...as I head to the trash I notice the painting I am working on for Sean.... I should really put that on a board before something happens to it. I go to find my glue and notice the bag of charms, chains, and other various whatnots on top of the plastic drawers.... I really need to put these in the new organizer I grab them and dump them in the proper drawer.... Oh look a paint brush.....OH THE PAINTING....I go back and grab the glue set up my layout on the table, begin the mounting process and....... Look outside..... Tree trinkets...... OH TREES! LOGS STICKS AND BRANCHES! AWESOME! I go out and ask them if they would be willing to part with the wood as we make furniture, frames knife handles ect with it. They agree....they still get paid for the haul off right..... They begin piling the trimmings in front while I go in to..... What was I doing? OH YES..... Clean the dog hair up....I go back to the bathroom and think... What if the property manager drives by and sees the big pile in the yard? I go out and drag half of it out back .....now MY back hurts.... I come back in head to the pill box.....hmm only one box unpacked.... Better sweep the floor first.. bunch of hair on the floor...oh yeah the bathtub... Wipe down the tub...now this is progress...grab the swiffer. Start to sweep..... Awww Magoo is sleeping in the ashtray, gotta get a picture, it will make a really cute painting.... Click....Awww so cuts, little furball. Fur.... I glance from the floor to the buffalo horn....rabbit fur? FOCUS!!! SWEEP THE DAMN FLOOR!!! Sweep sweep sweep......trimmings from the painting. I look with longing at my project.... NO....I look at the boxes with disgust.... Only one....really? Lets see...one two three four half finished projects, a half by swept floor....I should really mount the space maker coffee pot.... Nooooooo. 11 boxes need to be unpacked. Dishes? What dishes? Hmmmm FACEBOOK.... Ill write about it there. How come I can focus on Facebook this long and not the boxes?...sigh Im heading to the boxes. I started at eight am now it is twenty after one pm.... If you took the time to read all this, then you too are a distracted artist with much more pressing issues to deal with.....AND like myself, you spend entirely too much time on Facebook. Love, Sterling
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 20:22:19 +0000