Variations on a Theme

The Original

Heat Mapped

Hogla-ish

Posterized

Play Time

Found while digging today.  Isn't it cool?

I spent the day playing in the dirt.  I dug a whole bunch.  I went to a plant sale, intending to buy one specific thing for one specific place.  I got it.  And a whole bunch of other stuff too!  The colors were so gorgeous I couldn't resist.  They're all planted and the yard spirits have been tasked with helping everything to grow pretty.  My Zen is restored.

Happy weekend!

Giggle!

I have SWAT boots!

Sometimes...

Farm near Oley, PA

I forget how pretty the area where I grew up is.  Then I go for a drive and it hits me again.  Perhaps I should re-explore more often.  Want to join me?

Kitten Anyone?

Remember the kittens that were born in my yard?  They're growing rapidly and will soon be in need of homes.  If you're in the Reading area (or willing to drive a little for cuteness) let me know and I will get you in touch with the wonderful ladies who do the rescues.  And, if you want the sweetest cat ever, the mom from the first litter, with one of the babies, is still looking for a forever home.  Seriously, she is an amazing cat, loving, purrs non-stop and talks!

My Day

In the garden

In the greenhouse

Families

My mother called me last night.  She finished reading Linked and wanted to chat.  Highly unusual.  We generally don’t talk about my writing since it tends to horrify her.  Yes, I am once again the black sheep in my family.

She said except for all the sex she liked the story.  Um, it’s erotic horror.  By its very nature there will be sex in it.  What she really wanted to know is when I started having nightmares.  I’d mentioned that all the ones in the book were variations of ones I’d actually had.

As I sat there, shaking my head and laughing, I was reminded of just how odd our relationship is.  You see, my earliest memory is of a nightmare.  Or the aftermath of one.  I remember waking up terrified, standing in my crib screaming and crying.  And no one coming to my rescue.  The nightmare itself is one I’ve had many, many times since then.  Yes, it’s included in Linked.  The one about the tree.

I’ve had a constant string of nightmares my entire life.  Too many to count in the time I lived with my parents.  And my mother never knew.  Which means she also doesn’t know about my prowling at night when I was too afraid to sleep.  Heh.  Explains a lot, doesn’t it?

Happy weekend!  Take your camera and go exploring.

Hmm...

I’m one of those people who likes to work with background noise.  Lately, it’s been the original Doctor Doolittle with Rex Harrison.  However, I suspect I’ve had it on a few too many times.

When you read, whose voice do you hear inside your head?  Usually I hear mine.  Until recently that is.  The past few days it’s been Rex Harrison.  Okay.  I don’t mind that at all.  Kind of nice.

Only yesterday, I was reading something a friend had written.  This is a friend I speak with often enough to know there are certain phrases he uses regularly.  (Generally makes me giggle when he says it, btw.)  So when I got to one of his characters using the phrase Rex popped right out of my head to be replaced by my friend’s voice.  And yes, it made me giggle just like it does when he uses it.

Yes, I’m likely insane.  Or the cats think I am.  Sitting here, quietly reading all by myself.  A story not meant to be comic and I’m suddenly laughing out loud.  Oh, I laugh by myself but it’s usually when the furs are doing something silly.  They came running to see what was going on.  They seemed disappointed to find just me doing nothing.  I got that look that only a disgruntled cat can give before they wandered off to go back to whatever they were doing before I so rudely interrupted.

I think I’ll experiment.  See who else I can get to narrate within my head.  Any suggestions?

It Begins

Into the Wheel