Just finished this one which I have named 'Feeding Frenzy" for no particular reason. As a matter of fact the picture was done just for the joy of watching it grow. No hidden meaning, (or obvious meaning), that I can see.
But I have a problem today.
Tomorrow I'm having my ancient floor replaced. And right now I'm sitting here trying to resist the urge to wash the old linoleum.
Why do I feel my floor has to be clean? It is going to be torn up tomorrow and thrown in the dumpster by a crew of workers I'll never see again.
These guys don't qualify as 'company' to anyone but my inner June Cleaver.
But she's stronger than I am.
Getting the bucket.
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