Monday coffee rambling
The Tarot post is here, for those who are interested.
There’s a skunk living in the front yard. Either that or there’s a skunk that likes to hang out in my front yard, an awful lot. I opened the living room windows and got smacked in the olfactory cells with a big morning burst of YE GODS. My nasal passages curled up into the back of my brain. I cranked the window closed and the part outside that folds and closes the window was stuck. Stuck. STUCK! I grabbed a backscratcher and went outside. Just as I was wondering, “What the hell am I going to do with a backscratcher?” my wife’s voice crackled through the ring camera.
“Why are you on the front step with a backscratcher?”
“There’s a skunk.”, I said, as if that it explained it all. I don’t know why I have one. I don’t know. I need coffee, man. And my living room smells like skunk butt.
“You know, most people want to be on the other side of the door when skunks are around. But not you. You want to make sure the little skunk isn’t itchy. I love you and I’m so glad I’m not there to smell what’s about to happen.”
“The window is stuck.”
“Are the skunks trying to break in again? I thought that’s why we were paying the possums.”
I fixed the window and went inside. My wife texted me: You know the skunk probably lives under the front step, right? Have fun with that!
I have a drawing? painting? to do today. I’m not sure what to call it. Some people call pastel work drawings and some people call them paintings. Whatever. Nukumi the shark is getting done today. She’s a Great White Shark and the Queen of the Atlantic. She’s a 17’ matriarch and researchers think she might be pregnant. I think she’d like a portrait of those carefree halcyon days before motherhood made her boring 😁
I love sharks. Love them. I love drawing and painting them. I’ve got no deep reason to share about why. Some artists like painting horses. Some like dogs. I like sharks. I also take a bamboo backscratcher as my melee weapon of choice when I smell that a skunk is near. We all have our quirks.
I have to go do battle at the WalMart today. If I went right now, in my Buffalo plaid jammies and bedhead braids, brandishing a bamboo backscratcher, no one would blink.
And now my cup is empty and it’s time to do the things.