The Wise Not So Nice Little Girl

I was invited to a birthday party a few years ago.  

I happened upon this small scrap of defiant humanity that day.

She didn't know me and consequently didn't feel compelled to put on her 'nice little girl' persona. The party wasn't for her so she didn't have to worry that I would get mad take her present and go home.

She studied me calmly, unsmiling when I took her photo.  She wasn't afraid - or friendly either for that matter.   

It was unnerving to be so judged by a three year old.


And just between us ... I'd like to ditch my 'nice little girl' persona too.

Wish I'd asked her what I should do because by now she must be six or seven and totally nice.

Back Off, June Cleaver!

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.

:(
  

There's a Blind Fish on My Head

There's a blind fish on my head.
 

Every thought I have is swallowed by the fish

and comes out the other end as words.
 

My words cannot be caught or taken back.

 

Damned old fish.