Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose?

And "working well under pressure" is just another way of saying "I'm a procrastinator". I don't know why I leave things till the last minute. I mean to start right away, finish early and then go do the fun stuff that keeps calling to me. I know that's what I always said to my son: "I don't know why you can't finish your chores first and THEN..." you know, do whatever it was he really wanted to do.

Yes, yes, yes, Kevin! I admit it here and now that you inherited the "Oooh, look! It's so shiny!" syndrome from me -- happy?

So Dayton at Tacoma Art Place had a fabulous idea to invite past 100th Monkey tile artists to do a group show. I thought, geez that's in two months -- plenty of time! Which explains why I'll be grouting my pieces today so I can drop them off tomorrow on my way to Portland for Anne's graduation, but I digress...

...so Dayton at TAP, blah, blah, blah, yada-yada-yada, plenty of time, and they're on my worktable (aka kitchen counter) just waiting for the grout, so I swear I'll make tomorrow's deadline.

Save the date: Third Thursday Artwalk, 5/21, 5:30 to 7:00, Tacoma Art Place, 1116 S. 11th. It's a great place with a great mission, and I hope you'll come and see how you can support them, and see some great local art.

Grow Babies Grow!

Oh, look at my little seedlings of love! I planted the mesclun salad mix seeds on Sunday, and look how far they've come! They've sprung these shoots that are starting to grow leaves, and now what the hell am I supposed to do?

Usually this is where my projects end. I get an idea, I buy supplies, and dig right in. The project goes smoothly long enough for me to feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, and then I think holy cow! Now what the hell am I supposed to do? One day I'll actually do some research and formulate a plan, but for now I'll just shoot from the hip. Heck with this many sprouts the odds are one of them will survive for its debut on my dinner table, right? It could be worse. I could be trying to raise something like, I don't know, chickens.

Oh, yeah, chickens! Hmm...http://suburbanchicks.blogspot.com/

Getting Started

My son has perfected the subtle eye-roll. It's a maneuver he saves for the times when I try to convince him that I used to be an expert in something that has grown way beyond my ability to comprehend -- like the computer. I remember back in the good old days (you know 1982-ish,) when computers were bigger than today's carry-on luggage, and the term floppy disk could be used without a smirk. Well, that was the last time I could be considered a whiz on computers.

I've been working on setting up this blog on and off all day. As I struggled along I could imagine my son politely nodding, murmuring encouragements, and every so slightly rolling his eyes as I bore him with tales of my past computer prowess. Well for better or worse this is it. I look forward to sharing my adventures, and hopefully hearing about yours.

Namaste.