#one marble

[holotech]

forgot about and then remembered this official art exists. :)

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio has returned from Verona with Tuesday tunes and tales from his time away. Weatherwise there's a little sunshine, a little rain ... not sure if we'll need a bigger boat. The traffic lady is all about the roads, cars revving and the ever rolling jams.

Today's groaner: what do you get when you boil a clown? ... a laughing stock ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Been busy reading Fourteen Days (multiple authors) and inevitably spotting print errors. I've come to the conclusion that print errors are caused by Inklings. Inklings are little sooty smuts of characters with spindly legs and long tongues, and they lick up words and letters ... wander from page to page and book to book ... and then they 'footle' out what they've consumed in any paragraph that takes their fancy. No other reason for all the mistakes I can see. ;-)

The shiny metropolis awaits so I'm hoping the sunshine I can currently see will hold ... am also hoping my one and only marble will roll around long enough for me to make sense of my shopping trip. I'd better have more coffee just to make sure ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio slid into Saturday with a smile in his voice and the sounds of Bowie, Prince and The Verve at his heels. Weatherwise there's sunshine, so could be time to hit the hammock, but don't forget 'the umbrella'. The news is full of the UK and the hope for a smidgen of sanity. The traffic lady is off, it's the weekend ... shame the car chaos doesn't follow suit.

Today's groaner: I've started investing in stocks, mostly beef, chicken and vegetable ... one day I hope to be a bouillonaire ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Mithered by flies morning, noon and night. Slow moving with seemingly the most meandering of missions. It's a little disconcerting to have a wee winged beastie pulling past your face at eye level at the kind of speed that gives it the time to give you a wave and a nod. The spiders are having the buffet ball of their lives. One spider in the kitchen has built up the mother of all fly larders ... can't help but feel she's just showing off. I'm having visions of the other spiders banding together for a raiding party.

Too much of the shiny metropolis this week, one and only marble needs to find its axis again. One of the Hairy Horde is hiding beneath my bed, I may just join him ... taking the coffee pot with me, of course.

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday ... the day of the Groundhog Day TV Guide and soon to be filled with kitty litter newspaper ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio talks about this, that and a whole lot of the other. Says he's never done a jigsaw in his life. The traffic lady can't believe her ears. There's mention of The Guinness Book of Records. Pigeon Millers' 'Tiptoe' is the next track up. The weather is grey and undecided ... perhaps we'll get a 'soft day, thank God.'

I have many unfinished jigsaws. Many with pieces missing ... I bought them that way. Escher jigsaws that have defeated me that lurk somewhere in the loft. Love jigsaws but so do the cats and dogs ... another reason for missing pieces.

A friend of mine lives in an old church ... something I always dreamed of doing. I love churches and their graveyards. Peaceful places where you nod to the others ambling through, to those who brought a book. I like to admire and capture the fresh flowers and fake flowers left in memory. Something about fake flowers ... the way they're pieced together ... the way spiders cobweb them ... the way the colours fade. I've never seen 'fresh' fake flowers. Soft little jigsaws that I occasionally try to make.

Scattered thoughts but a very definite cup of coffee. The traffic lady is back with all the usual talk of congestion and collisions. The man on the radio puts on the next track, John Heggarty 'Correspondences' ..