I once dreamed I had a black dog named Gomez who followed me around like a shadow. Today it occurred to me that if I did have a black dog who would submit to such foolishness, I would love to paint him like a skeleton. How creepy/cool would it be to walk around Halloween night with what seemed to be a dog of bones tagging after. I think it would be something like this:
Halloween fast approaches, but not fast enough when you're three and four. To pass the time, we're making tear critters. Last week, we made the spiders. Today it's ghosts. No scissors required, just paper to tear and a glue stick. No fuss, muss, or bloodshed.
The icy wasteland part anyway.Since three other various journals just weren't enough, here is one more. The things I do to avoid what I should be doing. But, with all I have to do, distractions may keep me sane. Er.
I left WV for Guam for Alaska for Florida for WV for North Carolina for Alaska again, and now I'm back in WV again. I have been an artist and preschool wrangler, reading teacher and many other things.