I heard a writer once say, and this of course was from another Pisces, that all pisces women need a certain amount of solitude a day. Now this thought crept into my mind as I was sitting here in my studio and I can hear Harley pacing the floors. I dont think he realizes what its like to be artist and need some peace and quiet. The other distraction is the sound of his big boots on my floors. But that isnt all his fault. Because of this character that moved in 5 years ago:
who goes by the name, Mr. Kingsley. Mr. Kingsley really is a very good cat. I can leave on overnight trips and he stays in the box window of Buttercup Manor without making a peep. The only trouble with Mr. Kingsley is he has the habit of eating too fast and throwing up on the carpets thats why I had to throw so many of them out of my cottage windows. Long before he called the Manor his address, another character lived here which went by the name of Buster Watson. He was a lovable Springer spaniel that was more sufficating then most of the possessive boyfriends I had after my divorce, I could not go anywhere without him. No drinks at the pub with my friends which I usually loved to do, because whenever I got home, there was some nice gifts laying around the house for me.
Not that he is the only one staying at Buttercup Manor. There is also these fellows:
So now as I am writing this, he is calling me from the garden, "you got to see this!!" I was working on this painting:
but of course my curiousity gets the best of me and I need to go into the garden to see what it is. And of course, thats what its like living at the Manor, there is pretty things everywhere
"why the hell would you bring me away from my studio for THIS??" I frown at him, "KILL IT." He looks at me with his blue eyes widening, "I'm going to save his life."
I mean seriously this guy needs a shrink. He wants to save the life of this thing thats eating all my tomato plants. "They are those things that ate up everything last year!!!" So grinning he takes a an empty jar I have stacked in the pantry for my homemade jellies (thats another post) and takes this thing with two small tomatos which he exclaims, "so that he wont starve.." and begins to keep this thing as a pet. Then asks me if he can go on my computer and search them, claiming then showing me these sick pictures on a bunch of white bugs eating off one big tomato eater. I look at him and ask him why he has to show me this stuff. He plainly just says, "your an artist you should be use to stuff like this.."
As goes the day on Buttercup Manor..