The Dunes of Time

I'm doomed.  In knowing that I'd have to wake up early and write this blog today, I prepared hard boiled eggs for breakfast.  I took care of our cats, one of which is refusing to step foot from her crate because we have cat-guests.  I carried stubborn-Sal to the litter box, guided her in, pleaded with her for no accidents...and just as I was about to head to my office, my son asked for the gum I bought him.  Gum, really?  I changed directions and surrendered to the great scavenger hunt, sorting through the cloth grocery bags I keep in my car only to realize I failed him.  I lost the gum.  Sigh.
 
By that time my dog wanted to go outside, so I complied.  Finally, I booted up the computer and then, my daughter (who is at home on spring break this week) entered my office and plopped down.  All of the ideas that I had for today's blog, rained to the floor in a puddle. 
 
Thursday is blog day and everyone knows this.  How do I carve out this time without hurting her feelings or do I?  I suppose ideas come and ideas go...and sometimes they trail away along the great river never to be heard from again.  Can you seem me?  I'm waving at them now.  Bon Voyage.
 
"So how did you like my new boyfriend?"  Daughter asked.  Boyfriend was our honored guest for dinner last night.  I made soft shelled tacos with home-made guacamole, spicy rice and refried beans. 
 
"He was very nice," I said.
 
I surrendered to polite conversation with my daughter....during which the sands are slowly trickling through the hour glass.  Each grain passes then crashes into a visual echoing.  Migraine, frustration, frustration, migraine...grains of sand...doomed.  I'm doomed all right.
 
Last evening, I put her boyfriend through scrutiny level one.  I interrogated...but in a nice way.  I learned of his politics, questioned his viewpoint on "The Walking Dead," I asked how many people were in his family...we told ghost stories and he helped our son with the new tune he's learning on the electric guitar.  All in all it was a good evening.  I truly enjoy having company, however, that was yesterday and today I must write for this ten a.m. deadline.
 
My daughter begins to rock in the chair behind me and the motion is disrupting my thoughts even further.  If I could grasp a solid, I could pull a concept together once and for all...except I can't now...it all seems impossible.  I've fallen and I lack concentration...I've fallen and I can't recall what my plans were for this post today.   
 
I had an idea once, I really did.  The last tangible recall was for a drawing back early January, but then my brother was in that horrible car accident and my senses have clouded over as the grains continue to fall through the hour glass of reality.
 
Ideas.  I attempt to draw a new picture each year...just one, a testament to my creative mindset.  If you saw them, you'd probably understand the "gears of how."  Some of my creations are obvious, others are way out there.  For example, a few years ago I sketched a young women with stylish hair, perfect skin and features that were remarkable.  As a necklace, I drew a noose sported freely around her neck.   She is grinning but there is something in her eyes hinting that life is nothing like it seems.  The image of course was symbolic of most women today...or at least that is how I felt at the time.  I draw what I feel...I draw what I see...expectations versus soul, the inner battle of truth.  My work is very personal and just for me.
 
My sister L feels I should sell my drawings.  I'm sorry but there are some things in life that are not for sale.  I'll write for profit, I'll take photographs that I wouldn't think twice about sharing, but not my drawings.  Sorry.  I feel we all need something that we carry as precious just for ourselves. 
 
I planned on posting nature photographs this week from the hike that my daughter and I were supposed to take.  (We always find a county park to trek through when she is on spring break.)  The truth is, she'll soon graduate from college and will be moving back for a while.  We've been cleaning out her room in preparation for a new coat of paint.  The thrift store has welcomed her collections from yesteryear...and there is plenty more on the way.   Mark one more thing off the "to-do" list, thank goodness. 
 
Okay, so I found something to write about despite the invasion of my space.  I think this will do just fine for now, a perfect one-size-fits-all St. Patrick's Day blog.
 
On a more positive note, my brother Mike has finally begun to open his eyes with purpose.  For about 45 seconds he trailed a tablet projecting a Skype conversation with my sister M.  45 seconds, Mike was focused on our sister!  It may not seem like much but after being unresponsive since January, it truly is a big deal.  That was the longest he has held his eyes open as of yet.  Fingers crossed~
 
Until next week...
 
~Trixie Archer