Approaching Storm

Can I ever top this one? I don't know. I can't wait to try. In crazy Polacolor subverted, of course. But somebody HELP ME with costumes and props and circus lettering. Oh, well.

I have not had a minute to myself, let alone for you. It has been difficult to post each day, but fortunately I have a bit of a backlog on photos for now, so there is that. Still, I have been dragged away from my creative mind. The flotsam and dross of life is piling up against me. But there are bigger things coming, I am certain, for I am with the "End Times" crowd. Not in a religious sense, of course, but otherwise. Plus, I get a big kick out of the term. It is the language of "my people." So curt, that language, from people who can say so little in so many words. "Up above," they will say, or "down below." They love to tag a word on the end of a sentence like, "Where'd you get that hat at." Ad infinitum.

I am waiting for the geologist, of course, to tell us what is going on. I don't want to sound the alarm based on my hillbilly intuition. But giant earthquakes and dormant volcanos activating--there is something big going on down below. I am preparing for the disruption. You'd better learn to live without technology, I think. Sun spots and giant storms. These are the Last Days for sure. Not in the religious sense, of course.

That was not what I intended for this morning. Perhaps it is only wishful thinking. As my time and energy are being stolen from me, perhaps I'm only jealous of those who are still being creative and having fun.

Day breaks with the promise of a storm. The weather has been perfect, and today I wanted to go watch (see, my heritage) people at the art festival. But there will be none of that. Hour by hour, I've watched the local radar record the approach of the very bad weather.

Selavy.

in Just-

spring when the world is mud-

luscious the little lame baloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddyandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old baloonman whistles

far and wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

the

goat-footed

baloonMan whistles

far

and

wee

(e.e. cummings)