we <heart> club lucky.
late lunch/early dinner
cheers
a new mug from my valentine.
what to say?
this has become a sad, verbally sparse little “blog”, hasn’t it?
oh, believe me, I know.
there’s this irksome compulsion to at least try to be moderately entertaining, insightful or at minimum diverting–and for the life of me these days I’m finding it hard to find faith in my own capacity to do/be so…
and, voila, object lesson in the problem: there the writing goes again drifting into GLUM just like a handful of other false starts over the last several months. by golly, as much as this doggone post wants to drift there, too, I won’t LET it.
(getting an inkling of why other vox neighbors resort to lists of things to be grateful for)
…
and, thus, reticence until I can come up with something better.
weekend play
floyd eating stars
this is how he plays while I play at the collage table…
don’t worry– in the end I did extract the crunched-up foil star from his mouth and dispose of it safely. but not until I’d documented to my satisfaction. :)
up close and personal
my beautiful, beautiful ring– pretty pictures taken by my darlin’.
It’s official
nuff said
