March 14th, 2006

breeden

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I'm a bundle of neurotic energy today, perhaps not surprisingly. (It beats being a bundle of necrotic energy, I suppose.) I've set up the appointment to apply for the loan, gathered the paperwork, and in an hour or so, have to go inform my landlady that we are movin' on. This leaves me with nothing else to do today but make art.

Now, I like making art. It's the best job in the world, so far as I'm concerned. But it requires a certain amount of concentration, and mine is completely shot, as I ricochet back and forth between disbelief and terror and excitement like a shuttlecock with anxiety issues.

So I paint a few dabs on the painting in front of me, and then I wander around the living room muttering to myself, and then I paint another few dabs, and then I stand in front of the window and watch the birds (nuthatches and downy woodpeckers, with occasional red-bellied woodpecker incursions) chip away at the latest block of suet, and then I paint another few dabs.

I have to paint. My productivity is gonna tank in the next coupla weeks, and if I want to eat next month, I'll need to make art while the makin' is good. But I'm still wandering around twitching, my muse is more interested in paint swatches and where to plant the foxglove than listening to me explain the ramifications of "Will Art For Food," and OH MY GOD, I'm buyin' a house...
breeden

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There's a squirrel hanging out on the back porch railing. Every time I look, he's stretched out on his stomach at absolute full length, little paws under his chin in front, little hind feet sprawled out in back, soles up, tail stretched neatly along the rail. He looks like a flattened squirrel sausage being gently cooked on my deck. (It's not actually that hot out--the sun is bright, but it's cool and windy--so I don't know what's up with him.)

While I suspect that there are few yards in a hundred mile radius that would not have squirrels in them, I will miss Lumpy and Gimpy and Stumpy and Scarface and all the rest. However, I am hopeful that access to the lake greenway will mean a whole new class of defective wildlife. Perhaps even defective deer, defective bunnies, defective urban foxes! I can dream!

A few of you have suggested that the Defective Wildlife Vortex may be something I'll carry with me. I guess we'll find out...