Tag Archives: Foxglove Muriel
05/22/15 First Contact 08
Remember kids. This is why you don’t touch floating alien gelatinous tentacle things.
Sister and beau are going away for a couple of days, leaving Cedra and I to housesit. Party at their house!
05/20/15 First Contact 07
05/15/15 First Contact 05
Looked at a bunch of cave drawings before doing this. They’re so beautiful! Hope I did them justice.
Have a great weekend!
05/13/15 First Contact 04
So nice to be visiting my sister and her beau. They’re being such wonderful hosts, and it is so lovely to see both of them. I only miss the ocean a TINY LITTLE bit.
05/11/15 First Contact 03
This morning (Monday) is the last day in Bandon, OR. As my friend Cedra and I pack up and drive inland to stay with my sister and her beau. Goodbye coast. Goodbye honking lighthouse replacement machine. Goodbye dead cow on the beach. Goodbye visiting writing friends. Goodbye pretty rocks. Goodbye kites and beautiful sunsets. See you elsewhere.
05/08/15 First Contact 02
05/06/15 First Contact 01
This morning was one of those morning where I had way too much dilly-dallying before I buckled down to work. And I’m realistic in my memory, I recall, even when working a day job, there were plenty of days like that. The difference is: now I care. Ha! Finally, when one can legitimately spend hours on Facebook and Youtube, one has good reason not to (aside from the NORMAL good reasons).
05/01/15 United 12
04/29/15 United 11
Spent the day drawing MAD Magazine strips until my eyes were bleeding sugar candy syrup, and now an Irish pub beckons. Because the emerald green hills of Ireland are anywhere sporting verdigris and Guinness.