So, for those who are counting or who pay attention to such things, I have not yet started on the home-office-clean-up extravaganza. Another example where work gets in the way of my Martha Points. Damn my compulsion to pay bills.
But…I have a plan.
My plan involves ropes, pulleys, a small camel, a man named Murray, a sponge, tweezers, three M&M’s (assorted colors) and the carburetor from a ’73 Ford Pinto.
You will all just be so wowed.
But until then…
I wonder at the cosmic balance that FOLLOWS ME AROUND ON A DAILY BASIS. Honest to Pete (is Pete related to Murray?) it’s like karma and the great universal need for level scales has me on an ankle tracker. It must be because I’m a Libra. Except I don’t believe in astronomy.
So last week, I gathered up all my strength (because I was recovering from tuberculosis) and took a walk to use the new camera to take pictures of the pretty seasonal stream up the hill from our house. Spring rains had done lovely things to the little stream, and I was inspired to play with my new toy.
Here is one of the pictures:
And since this has some pink in it, it is bucolic. (If it doesn’t have pink it isn’t bucolic. That’s another rule. Sheep are only bucolic if the meadows in which they graze include some form of pink.)
I was pretty happy with this picture. So I decided to head further up the stream and take more.
A little track had been worn, where other feet had trod. But I didn’t want to go that way. Oh no, not me. Not the beaten path sort of girl, is I.
I strayed from the beaten path. Yes I did. And decided that the prettier picture lay that-a-way.
I walked about twelve steps through the brush towards the pretty view of the creek before thinking to look down at what I was walking through. I saw shiny, green, three leafed plants. And for those of you who don’t live in the Western states, that would be poison oak.
I am not allergic to many things. I am hugely allergic to poison oak.
Here is an illustration:
And feel free to thank me whenever you like, because I am not going to show you a photo of my poison oaked foot. Instead, I am going to show you this highly detailed and precise medical illustration I drafted in Paintbrush:
So for the sake of a pretty picture to grace my home with, I am now itchy and bumpy. I can’t wear ankle socks. I can’t shave my legs. See what I mean about karmic balance stalking me like a crazy ex-boyfriend?
But since I did it all for art, since I did it all for beauty, I hereby award myself: +10 Martha Points.
And here’s another pretty picture, which I expect you all to really enjoy given what I had to go through to get it.
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