Drifting ii

Another week half gone. Time do fun when you are on the fly.

A strictly personal superstition has grown within the psychotic relationship which has evolved with the memory of the CPA who helped me set up the accounting system for my 1980's computer graphics business. Computers hadnae yet reached the mainstream, much less political stream in the mid 80's. Tax bureaucrats had no clues where to file my business dealings and their reluctance proceed down new hallways often made me feel boxed in and paralyzed. He helped me past that paralysis by reminding me that they were only looking for established definition and encouraging me to, "Do first. Define later. We'll figure out what to call ^it^ after the work is done and it is time to file."

Fast forward 30 years and the imaginary dapper dude who pops up in my mind is only loosely based on the CPA who inspired the visage. When the visage pops up in my head, I give up wordy pursuits and focus on keeping my hands busy. Why am I still in Texas? What is my job here within all this adult family drama? What were those river dreams which prompted the house purchase in Kentucky? When am I going to get back to them? The superstition which has grown from my relationship with the imaginary dapper dude is that it is bad luck to talk unnecessarily about a works in progress. Do first. Define later.

I've been harvesting and distilling grass seeds in between the batches of horehound. The grass seed hydrosols are quite pleasant to drink. There is a rich variety of feral and native grass here at the ranch. As yesterday's harvest of rye seed steamed in the biomass flask, I found myself pulling the Nature Frame photo collection out of the box it I packed it in to when I took it off the Rotherham studio walls in 2014. I had put the collection together with fantasies of finding spots for an art show, but. . . Ya know, ya know. . . Fantasy Art Shows are mucher funner than the tedious realities of real life art shows. In the P-words of this past January, the collection was supposed to make the journey north to the river region with the lab equipment for the lab which fell into breach of contract. The P-word was to display and fine tune the photo collection to its next level in the house in between river and lab time. Those "best laid plans" are still percolating their way through the breach of contract proceedings.

The framed collection is currently sitting stacked on the dining room table. The walls of this barely habitable ranch house are still as empty as the day I finished painting them during the 2016 survey project. I'm having notions of hanging them here. We see where the drift flows. . .

For now, GD and I are enjoying a quiet start to an overcast day. The air is heavy with the rain predicted to roll in this evening. What shall we harvest for the biomass flask today?