Visual Journal #8 is off on a trip. Before I packed her up I needed to find a suitable box. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect to find a serviceable box or two in the dark reaches of my garage. Maybe there’s one up near the rafters by the black widow’s traveling high wire act. Nope. What about up there underneath the hatbox Dorothy gave me when I helped her clean out her garage? Nope. Surely there’s one behind the dryer! Boxes are always falling back there. Nope.
That was Saturday. A person can only do so much searching before they begin to feel discouraged and a little annoyed. I mean I know good and well there were plenty of boxes in that garage last week. Someone is going to get blamed for this. Blaming others always makes me feel better about most situations. On Sunday more ransacking. I found a box wedged in between a couple of suitcases. So happy!
In the meantime I continue to work in the current book. And dream of Oregon.
Then git yourself over HERE and witness the marvelous Dora The Wonder Cat playing piano!
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