Little chatterbox dangling on my suet ball.
Not much in the way of creativity going on here lately.
Son Mark and his beautiful Donna arrive on Monday
so cobwebs are being swept away
dust bunnies are being shooed out of corners.
All the graffiti I've been able to write with fingers on dusty tabletops
have to be erased.
To me this housework business is a chore to be suffered through.
But some folk express their creativity with housework like that.
Just a different way of being an artist.