Celie and I are pretty much on the same page with everything though the recent has tested that. My apologies Celie. She has her feelings about all of this, some conspiracies that aren’t without merit, points to be made and points I listen to as I love and respect her on the same high pedestal level as my other sisters. My actual sis, Rebecca Frankenberry who is my beacon of sanity (though I’m sure she’d argue the sanity point … mine AND hers), my go to phone call when the noggin gets a bit dicey, Brenda Mulcare my savoir when I lived above she and her best of guys, Bobby Mulcare and a Sandy then who was quite possibly the best furry welcome home a single guy could ask for, even rivaling my Shoes or Bella or Grayson at the time, but she was the one who saved me from my distress 3 years ago before my unexpected and limbo-like hospital stay, but more than that just one moment, she was my friend and another adopted sis, Beth Park Creighton who has always been there, will always be there, even if you haven’t earned the privilege but I have so mine has an import. I glory in that and sleep a bit better because of it, though sleep and I still don’t always agree. Actually, we argue quite often.

Then there are the ladies, Jonna Spilbor and Keryl M Pesce, who weekly, for years now, have given me reason to not just produce and be a part of a radio show but to share the silly and the stupid and to bounce my anxieties off of. Wow, I guess that’s quite a number of sisters huh? I want to say there’s something about pants here, a sisterhood, somewhere, though round square, I just can’t quite put my finger on it.

Back on point though, as I could easily go on, I was talking comfort and maybe Celie and I not being on the same page. She’s been much better with all of this than me and myself? I’ve almost welcomed the distancing, I’ve been given a reason to tell you all to piss off (nothing personal of course) and retreat into my own little world of me and the girls (seems a theme huh?)

But, to stay on point, all this post was intended to be, was just a few words wrapped around a couple of pictures, of a Celie project, her latest. I can blab though and it’s nice what can come of just getting those first few words down.

After finally going downstairs and doing what I’ve always done, haven’t done in too long though, and washing some dog and cat bowels, lining them up just right on a towel next to the sink that will surely annoy her, I realized part of me was back.

After letting the gang out and minding them, have to mind them (one thing I try never to do is change up what I walk into at the bottom of the stairs …that’s gone poorly in the past … if the gang is in they’re in) I got back to finishing up those cat and dog bowls, finally, after spending the last almost 3 months just hanging a hard left at the mud room and heading up the stairs.

I also though just wanted to take a couple of pics of Celie’s latest. Guys? I’m gonna out ya right now if you haven’t kept up with the honey do’s and other projects, if you haven’t kept your word to get them done, Celie puts you all to shame. She’s painted the whole downstairs and then she had a vision of the little hill above the pool and it’s been done in three days. Absolutely beautiful stones.

Here’s an unintentional post inspired by the idea of a picture. There’s always a backstory.

And a “Pea” by the way. Not to play favorites, but to play favorites, I so love that dog.

Celie stones 1Celie stones 2Celie stones 4 and a Pea

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