Another conscious thought to not put any dots on this one. Once again, I don't know why. When I paint cherries I often paint one off by itself. Is it a self-portrait?
Yesterday I joined those that, either by choice or force, have cut off cable. I suppose it was a bit of both for me. I love shutting myself in the cave and enjoying the mindless images that continuously appear, but out of the 70 (limited viewing by most) options I had, only a few were worth the life minutes wasted. Then again, is much of anything we watch really worth those wasted minutes? I wonder if the subject matter of my ACEO cards will change. I tend to watch much news, CNN my viewing choice, of the world and often find I get too emotionally consumed with situations out of my control. Maybe this will be a good thing. The Leprechaun doesn't even have a television. Would I be able to go that radical? I don't think I want to find out.
I saw The Dame for a short time last evening. Too much to catch up on in 15 minutes and I'm sure she is already on the road south to check on her kin. I guess that's just the life of a dame. I can't even go that fast and furious in my dreams! Of course The Leprechaun came over for a few rounds of Scotch. Fortunately he was not consuming Gin. It has a tendency to have undesirable effects.
Pulling up in front of the cave yesterday, while getting the last needed items out to take inside, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. The Flibbertigibbet! He was encroaching on the periphery of the woods that surround The Cave, he and his four legged canine. My fur companion failed to sound the alert. The wind must have been in favor of The Flibbertigibbet. I heard him mumble something, although it was unclear, as I hurried into The Cave to escape a confrontation. Today I will be more cautious.
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