If she had anything that could be described as a burning desire, it was a burning desire to get caught up. She couldn't fathom why it was so difficult to get caught up, but it seemed to always be the brass ring just out of her reach. There was so much she wanted to get done, stuff to get rid of - but she never seemed to be able to get any of it done, never seemed to be able to get rid of anything.
At times it seemed to her that the more she got done and the more stuff she actually got rid of, the more things would suddenly pop up that needed to be done, and the more stuff would just...accumulate.
What really frustrated her was the fact that she never felt like she really had much going on at any one time, and that being the case, she should have plenty of time to get everything that needed to be done, done.
She tortured herself thinking that having nothing much else going on was a part of the problem - since nothing was pressing and there was nothing that absolutely had to be done, there was just no incentive, no compelling motivation.
One day it occurred to her that what she needed was a reason. A reason that was undeniably, unquestionably, incontrovertibly...right.
It was only a few days after that thought had popped into her head that she stumbled across what she believed to be the perfect reason. It was so simple - all she needed to do was...
I was asked the other day if I had a foot fetish. Actually, no, I was told the other day that I must have a foot fetish - by a friend who was looking through one of my sketchbooks,
The thing is, I don't. I have a line fetish, See, feet have a lot of lines - folds, creases, ridges, etc.. and for reasons far beyond the keen of my intellect, I enjoy drawing lines. Lots and lots of lines.
Hence all the feet, hands, and lips. All of those parts have myriad lines.
Kids, learn a bit about the safe handling of knives before you start cutting into an avocado
The bandages are off, stitches out, and movement has returned to all fingers. The fingers are still a bit swollen, but it's just a matter of time before they are back to normal.
TD is going to have one heckuva scar as a reminder to get a tetanus shot at least once every ten years.
A buddy of mine is scheduled to have open heart surgery in about two weeks. He is approximately the same age as I am, and quite close to the same height & weight. I actually thought he & I were about the same in terms of physical fitness and overall health, but apparently we are not.
The wild thing is, this will be his third open heart surgery - the first operation was 14 years ago.
Makes one feel very, very lucky.
In a park near the waterfront, the most powerful evil being on the planet was sitting next to the most powerful good being on the planet one pleasant Spring morning. The sun was yet to burn off the early haze that seemed to screen the sky, and dew still coated the grass.
As they watched the strollers and joggers, the dog-walkers and the bike riders, both of them sipped on hot coffee and nibbled on scones. Powerful Good Being enjoyed a delicious white chocolate chip scone while Powerful Evil Being savored the taste of a ginger-orange flavored scone.
"So. let me ask you something that has been on my mind for awhile," Powerful Evil Being said to Powerful Good Being between bites. "Why is it you devote so much time and energy to thwarting my evil plans day-in and day-out, while ignoring the actual evil actions of brutal tyrants and thuggish dictators, manipulative terrorist masterminds and mentally unstable if not actually criminally insane autocratic despots?"
Powerful Good Being looked at Powerful Evil Being for a long hard minute and then replied, "Well, it's fairly simply Duane (Powerful Evil Being's first name is Duane, and the two had been on a first name basis for quite some time). See, the normal, non-superpowered inhabitants of this planet, they have no chance against you - com'on, you can lift the tops off entire mountains and toss them half a mile."
Powerful Evil Being smiled a little upon hearing the back-handed compliment, but then retorted, "Yeah, but it's not like I'm repressing millions of people, denying them basic human rights, or forcing them to believe what I think they should believe under pain of death - all I ever try to do is steal all the gold in Fort Knox or the Mona Lisa, and you know, that's just stuff, not murderous ideology."
"Yeah," said Powerful Good Being, 'I get where you're coming from, but the thing is, everything those dictators, tyrants, despots and even the criminally insane do are things the normal, non-superpowered inhabitants are easily capable of either preventing or taking care of themselves. None of those dictators, tyrants, despots or even the criminally insane have superhuman powers - they live and die just like the rest of them. It's my view that the normal inhabitants have to take responsibility for the horrible members of their own tribe, if you will, themselves - I'm not a babysitter."
For a few minutes Powerful Evil Being sipped his coffee and enjoyed the ginger-orange scone, then said, "Okay Stan (Powerful Good Being's first name was Stanislaus, Stan for short), I understand. I guess I have somewhat of the same philosophy, except I think I wouldn't mind just once being able to attempt a robbery at an art museum without having to deal with you."
"Not gonna happen," replied Powerful Good Being. "Not in your wildest dreams."
