Ideas, Distrations, Writing and Art
Welcome to my website. I lean left, over analyze, decide with logic over sentiment, embrace asymmetry, get the heebie jeebies, exercise too little and know my birth certificate lies. I am frequently distracted, fidgety, forgetful, or dazed and dismayed. I am an artist, dabbler, writer, web designer, and certified gadgophile. I have had as many as five blogs going at a time covering a wide range of subjects. 
This current re-invention of the remaining two blogs (Fiery Heart Designs and Onedia in The Ozarks) is necessitated by the need for a more structured life both in my studio and in daily life. I work from my multi-media studio and occasionally from my chair in front of my favorite news channels.
Why Am I Here?
Doing housework can be either a protracted process or a whirlwind of activity depending on the day, time and urgency of the need for the cleaning evolution. I dislike cleaning chores some more than others. I would rather clean the toilet than do the dishes and I always ask my husband to do the vacuuming if he is around. Actually, on any given day it does not occur to me to dust or vacuüm or sweep the porches unless I happen to come in the front door and notice the leaves or whatever on the steps or landing. I am reminded of dusting when the dust clouds off the night stand when I move a book. I do notice the bathroom more often compelling me to wipe out the sink before I wash my hands. However, noticing the need for housework does not mean that I will do it that day or even the next or next. It usually takes an uncomfortable sense of disorder and some sneezing or coughing because of pet hair floating in the air.
The Funny Side
My parents are 90 and 82 and they recently asked me to manage their bill-paying with the on-line service of their bank. Last night I attempted to log in and was locked out after entering the wrong combination of ID and login more than allowed. This is a common experience for me since I have logins and passwords multiplying like kudzu so I just wasn’t up to the process last night. I waited until today to get the account reset and because there were easier things on my task list I waited until late afternoon near the end of business hours. Before calling the bank and explaining in some way that felt less goofy for locking myself out again I attempted one last password retrieval. Worth a try to get back in since I was using a different computer than I used last night. No joy! I had to face the piper in the form of customer service for the online banking.
Dancing Distracted(ly)
Early in our marriage my husband and I decided to take dance lessons (two-step, etc.) at a local well-know dance hall near where we lived in College Station, TX. It was pretty much a disaster and we did not complete the entire series. I could not remember or at least execute the steps either at the necessary speed or with the proper rhythm and consistency. He had his own difficulties and we disagreed over leading. I said he needed to be a “strong lead” and he said I needed to stop leading. Ultimately, dancing has not been a satisfying experience during our marriage and we almost never do.
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