The White Room with Black Curtains 

I'm in the process of cleaning up my studio.  I have  so much crap.  I'm trying to get the room ready to be painted since I've been in the house for three years and have yet to do anything to the walls.  The white room with black curtains is getting on my nerves.  Not exactly stirring the creative juices here.  This is going to involve moving a 5000 lb drafting table and a 1200 pound desk...not to mention a piano, couch and various cabinets.  And this brings us back to all the crap I have.  I don't throw anything away.  Which isn't that bad except I don't know what to file some stuff as.  I don't have enough of any one type of thing to put it in a box and label it anything other than miscellaneous.    Oh well,  if this is the biggest problem I have I guess I'm doing okay.

Through The Looking Glass...er...Window. 

I would like to be witty and clever in this short little paragraph.  But my mind is completely blank as to subject matter.  So let me see what's going on outside my window.

Three neighborhood kids around the ages of 8 to 10 drove their bikes up onto our driveway and one was waving a dead frog (of decent size) around at the girls.  It was completely flat and crispy, having been both driven over repeatedly and fried on the cement of our driveway under the sun.

There is a cat at our door.  It's laying on our porch.  My dog is about to tear the door down.  You would think he has never seen a cat before, even though there's one standing behind him...inside. 

 

It's getting darker outside, even though it's not 8 o' clock yet.  This means two things.  First, that fall is approaching, and second, that soon I will not see the sun for 4 months as I will be windowless at work until 5 pm every day.

 

It occurs to me that if, for some ludicrous reason, I ever write to Dear Abby or call in to Delilah, I'm calling myself "Windowless at Work".

 

The other night at the Chinese restaurant they were playing Delilah.  Nothing says "Won-Ton" like Delilah.

 

That last one didn't happen out my window, I just thought of it.  And I'm sitting here, looking out my window...so that's the connection.

 

Okay, so there's your update.  Enjoy!  If you're bored you can email me.  It'll give me something to do at work.

The Birds 

Alfred Hitchcock gave birds too much credit.  I know for a fact that they do not possess enough brain power to successfully navigate across the street, much less start attacking people.  I learned this piece of information this afternoon as I was skipping out on work early.  Geese infest the area around my building.  I can't count the number of times I have had to stop and wait for them to cross the road and sadly, I've seen a number of them end up on the grill of a Buick.  Today, however, I reached a point in the road where I've had to stop before for these moronic birds and noticed something overhead.  It was the geese.  Flying over the road.  I laughed out loud at their stupidity.  Why would you ever walk across a busy road when you have the gift of flight.  I get my entertainment from mocking all animals with standard animal intelligence.