Broken promises

Oh dear, I had hoped I could post more often, but my darned life keeps getting in the way of what I really want to do. The life of a true artist is so fraught with indecision about what is important to actually making ones life happen, it's exhausting and all the banal aspects of living just take over. I must rearrange my priorities as soon as the bills get paid!!! 

   If only! 

 I spent the past weekend at one of my jobs and got to people watch. There are lots to choose from, I must say. And despite my best intensions, I have not yet fully declared my house a drama free zone! Guess I will have to put up signs.

  On a more positive note, spring is making a tentative appearance. The jonquils are bravely emerging from their underground hiding place and creating a beautiful and most welcome scene. Their subtle fragrance entices me outdoors to investigate the wonder of the season.

   The bullfrog in the pond made an appearance as well. He looked famished from his long hibernation and didn't jump away when I walked past.

   But life is good these days. I wake up and get vertical, so I can't complain too much.

Spring? Really? Maybe?

Earlier this evening, I stepped out to put some flotsam in the recycle bin, and smelled a floral scent in the air that was NOT the neighbor's dryer sheets. It was the intoxicating smell of spring blossoms. The kind that are almost too sweet. The kind of fragrance that is a pretty sure sign that warmer temps are on the local agenda. It was dark then, so I will have to investigate further in the daylight. 

  Other positive news. My laptop has been restored to it's former glory. Whew! During the time it was on the outs with me, I had to resort to using the iPad for my daily web functions. That exposed me to a new learning curve, which has been a good experience and exercise for my aging brain.

  All in all, life is good, despite the periodic glitches.