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.