Raindrops and Roses

Here is the best excuse for not buying a girl roses I have ever heard.
Tate does the grocery shopping, bless him.
Last night as he was cooking dinner, bless him again,
after he cut the grass and worked all day in the above 99 degree weather, bless him again

He told me that he saw beautiful roses on sale in the store today.

He thought about buying me a bunch and then imagined how small that bunch would seem compared to how much he loves me.

He said he considered buying every bunch in the room, and there were many, but it still didn't seem as if there would ever be enough roses to convey how much he loves me.

Yes, we have been cross with each other the past few days. We had been mis communicating and he said some harsh words about my recent painting.

His excuses for not buying me roses absolve him from those past few days.

So what if he doesn't understand art, no-one liked Van Gogh when he was living either.

I don't need roses to know how much this man loves me.

I am a very lucky girl.

Rave On

Here are my latest additions. I am gathering pieces to show in the new restaurant across the street. I wish I had my sons' self-esteem, but I don't. If you can't say anything nice, just don't, ok, please. Thank you.



Spring Grass, acrylic on canvas, Stacy sheer-2007




Mmmmn- acrylic on canvas-Stacy Sheer 2007



Redwood Sunset
-acrylic on canvas, Stacy Sheer 2007.

Lady In the Court

She bathes early in the morning,
and puts her long dark hair in a twist upon her head.
Padded brassiere
Catholic cross;not Celtic, talisman around her neck.
See through flowery blouse, like the one Eunice(the Carol Burnett character) might wear to the mask.
Lipstick, glossy and red
"If you beg the court, they usually reduce your penalty"- her friends tell her.
She believes them.
She is beckoned to appear before his royal Highness
Buzzhead, nearby
How do you plea? He commands
Quaking in her sandals she replies "Both, guilty and not guilty, your royalness. You see, I was in a hurry and I know I was going too fast, but I do not believe I would have been going that fast. I would be frightened(snicker)".
His smile is an upside down smile, only the curve at the top center of his lips let on, he is amused.
"I do not make the rules of the kingdom, little waif, I only interpret them. You were flying in your chariot and all the fake boobs, slutty makeup, eye battin and talismans in the world aren't gonna change that.
Pay the clerk, full charge.
Bastards!

Psychic Dreaming or Wishful Thinking, yes I am kidding

I keep dreaming I loose our puppy, Kramer. I have changed his name though, his new name is Stop-It!
But it's him and I am unsure whether it is a premonition or a nightmare or an actual dream. What was life like before our little friend Stop-It came along?


This from my surfing today(is it still called surfing?)
The Dreams Foundation in Canada

Catholic Bishop Joseph Lanyl dreamed of the assassination of the arch-duke of Austria, François-Ferdinand de Habsbourg. In vain, he tried to reach the arch-duke to warn him of the assassination which occurred June 28, 1914 in Sarajevo — the event that triggered the first world war.

A few days before his assassination, American President Abraham Lincoln, who was very attentive to his dreams, dreamt of his own corpse laid out in a room in the white house. Martin Luther King also seems to have had a precognitive dream about his death a few months before his assassination.

A day before the Titanic's demise, a woman on the infamous ship dreamt of the horrible event that was to occur the next day. She told her husband, who scoffed at her worries and ignored her pleas. However, the dream so affected her that she secretly prepared herself the night before and had all her children sleep in their warm clothes in order to be ready at a moment's notice. During the night, when the ship struck the iceberg, she and her children managed to escape and be rescued. Her husband, sadly, went down with the ship.

Kinnaree

My shop has been terribly slow.The "street-scape project" which was supposed to be complete by the end of June is no where near complete but the condemnation of our town seems just around the corner. I spent most of last week on my laptop. I had time. I revamped my take back the birth webite and moved it's blog to blogger. It is not completely finished. There is a matter of an interactivwe map and who knows what else, butI think I will have more time this week.
I talked to Dariya in Thailand. She is my oldest son's beautiful girlfriend. We were discussing photographs and paintings and I asked her what those bird footed, winged golden creatures were, the statues in front of a temple.
She said they are Kinnaree, they are kind of like Sirens, she said.
Thank you Dariya for sending me this and everything-Wisdom from Wiley's girlfriend in Thailand

Lonely

Was it something I said? Just wondering. Sigh

Get Off The Bus-Gus /email to Jerri

HI Jerri,
I am so happy for all of the intense things you have been up to lately. (writers workshop, meeting with friends, travel)
After posting a comment on your Blog yesterdayReflections On The Pond about getting off the bus early and taking a new way home, I dreamt last night of the very drama.

I was in my blind mother's house. I wanted to work on the computer. Some creepy guy was in the room with computer so i went to her secret hidden room. I had to crawl through a hidden tiny doorway to enter and the room walls were lined with fireplaces and there were fires in them. I thought , this isn't safe, blind mother in crowded fire filled room.

I used her computer but i think i had to put it on the floor, desk too cluttered. Anyway-to make it brief, i was supposed to get on the bus to go to the burbs, but there were so many buses and so few of them went there and i couldn't find the right bus so i just got on any city bus and while riding realized it would be fun to get off anywhere.

So I did. I was walking down city streets and up a steel outdoor staircase and met a man with a sculpted head in his hand. He was reciting poetry and descending the stairs. We began to talk and i woke up.

I feel the need to do something completely spontaneous and different.Exciting, like you have been doing.
Lots of love to you-Stacy