Your Graduations Hang on the Wall

A+ to everybody. When I signed onto Livejournal this morning and saw that people had actually made beautiful things out of my photo "assignment," I nearly cried. It was like finding a bouquet of unique flowers on the doorstep, each designed for my particular sense of color, geometry, and madness. You may be right, I may be crazy; but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for. Anyway, thank you for the madflowers. They touched and gladdened my heart.

Meanwhile, I labor among an aging but still delinquent population with digestive problems and no manners. Every morning my living room looks like a hotel suite trashed by some feline version of Led Zeppelin. Before I even have coffee, I go around cleaning up puke, inventorying what's been destroyed, pulling baby sharks out of various orifices (usually not my own). So you see, I need my fantasy assignments and crazy bouquets, just for the distraction. It's hell around here lately.