Lee Thomson

So far it has been a day of petty annoyances.

I had the Perfect Idea yesterday for making fruit for the money tree, and as a side effect, for the apple tree as well, and it won’t work. I can’t get the ink-jet ink to stay on the shrinky plastic, it comes off if I look at it much less breathe or smear my fingers across it. Plus it looks ugly when it almost works. The other plastic I have, that will hold ink, won’t shrink without far too much encouragement and subsequent smoke alarums. Have to rethink the whole thing.

After figuring this out this morning, I went to the barn. I have taken to speaking a short meditation before I ride Tiger Eye. It goes something like this. "This pony goes sideways, it is what he does. I realize that today may be the day that I fall off this pony, and I may not hold it against him."

It never occurred to me to murmur a meditation over the wheelbarrow. But then, I think I may be allowed to have a grudge against a wheelbarrow. It tipped over on the way out the door, mugged me, dumped me over, twisted my ankle and then stabbed me in the boob as I went down. I wound up staring at the sky wondering what exactly had happened. My boss was remarkably kind, and recounted how she’d been done in by a hose/sprinkler combo, and got me a glass of cold water AND cleaned up the stuff that had tipped out of the wretched wheelbarrow. I was quite grateful.

But that meant I hurt when I did anything other than walk (on account of the flop factor). So Tiger Eye and I walked and then Flyboy and I walked, and we went out into the woods, where it was hot and sunny and lovely.

Then I got home and Alice and I walked to town for books and birthday party videos. I think we did the local video place out of Miyazaki videos. I have a plan for the postcard, using some of yesterday’s tiny block printed leaves.