With only one wee week down here, I feel as though I've done nothing but pay bills, shop for groceries, get the car checked, read and run, which really is quite a good amount when I think about it. I've painted only one painting and not a very good one at that, but here is where I sit and eat my yogurt and fruits and coffee in the mornings. The sound of the cicadas is a killer, and they seem to be screaming at me day and night, but then it is that time of year, which is amusing because we are just now coming into spring at home, and down here I am listening to the last of summer before the rains begin.
It is the first day of Lent AND the Day of Woman - Lisa says it's always March 8 - certa
inly a day I'd never know to celebrate! Imagine all those wasted days of potential fiestas! This little critter hopped into my house while I was painting, and he really seemed to want to stay, so I gave him a magazine to read - so like Mrs. Prothero - and then had to move him gently out the door; one can sleep with a dog on one's bed, but NOT a frog!
inly a day I'd never know to celebrate! Imagine all those wasted days of potential fiestas! This little critter hopped into my house while I was painting, and he really seemed to want to stay, so I gave him a magazine to read - so like Mrs. Prothero - and then had to move him gently out the door; one can sleep with a dog on one's bed, but NOT a frog!Yesterday I saw this ginormous bug with a rhinosceros horn. He was on my neighbor's tree and apparently had been living on their porch
for the past two years. Go figure. He or she was most peculiar, and I wondered if we lived elsewhere if this bug would be some exquisite gustatory delicacy. I'm glad I'm here and not 
there, wherever it may be!
for the past two years. Go figure. He or she was most peculiar, and I wondered if we lived elsewhere if this bug would be some exquisite gustatory delicacy. I'm glad I'm here and not 
there, wherever it may be!This is the only painting I've done, and I cannot say that it "happifies" me; in fact, I had to do it quickly because the mango on the bottom of the bowl and the bananas were so ripe that I had to gobble them up before they went bad. Ah, life is so rough down here during mango season!
I'm trying to load a photo of a sloth smiling at my friend who rescued it from floundering around on its back; when Greg put it back into the tree, the creature turned around and flashed him the most wonderful smile. The photo is beguiling beyond belief, but I cannot get it loaded up here. More later. Over and out for now if anybody still reads this...
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