potato-like

Hell, world. Happy fucking humpday. For the first time since November, I woke up to the sound of a puking cat. Thanks, Obama Chaucer. In contrast to yesterday, we’re seeing a beautiful start to the morning. The forecast that includes a fair bit of it for the rest of the day, aside from some isolated showers later in the afternoon.

I can paint. I can spin, too. But mostly, I want to paint.

I’m excited to paint, mostly because I had an idea for a project the night before last. I’ve had ideas a -poppin’ lately. I’ve mentioned in a couple of recent posts that I had ideas for things using a technique I’ve never tried. I don’t want to ruin the stuff that could be good by practicing a new method. At the same time, I don’t want to waste paper just slinging pigments all willy-nilly. An idea for something came the other night and it is firmly lodged in my brain. This idea would let me practice the new technique, and possibly make a little art at the same time. However, my idea also needed a little googling about what’s covered under First Amendment rights and a chat with some friends with government connections.

I think you underestimate how easy it is to get put on a list

a friend

So there’s that. I’ll still paint things. I’ll probably change things to make more of a defensive tone rather than offensive. Even then, whether I post/sell the project is still up for debate.

Mom wants to take advantage of the nice weather and do some yard work and maybe do laundry. I’ll probably take out the terrariums and wipe down the walls of everything except the Apothecarium. Depending on how I feel about being potato-like all day, I might bring a book outside, sit in the sunshine, and be a potato outside. If it rains, Mom and I will stay inside and watch Netflix, now that I’ve hooked her on something other than daytime television.