shake
Fascinating recognition, thanks to a much-needed convo with a great friend: that part of my present creative problem is that, while I want and need to move on to different moods and forms, the inputs – life swirling, doing its thing –, the toxic waters that are gurgling into my well, are holding me in the same soul-sucking patterns of the last 14 years. Shaking things up is the only way out / through – trick being to figure out what, exactly, to shake: while I’d rather pursue requisite shaking with surgical precision for now, I do accept that “scorched earth everything” might become unavoidable.
Current life plan: run away, join a carnival, and paint bootleg chalkware Supermen.
Seem to be in another of my “burn it all down” modes: just cancelled my Rabbit R1 order. The reviews of the first batches have been horrific, and I would rather not add another piece of junk to the wasteland of useless tech drawer.
TSBMR no more
After much back and forthing over the last 24 hours, I've decided that, instead of switching to bi-weekly, I'm pulling the plug on THE SHORTBOX MEMORY REVUE completely. While it was a fun little experiment, my reasoning boils down to the simple truth that I'd rather spend my creative time writing fiction and my usual little slices of whenever/whatevers here. As you were.
patchings
Finished patching the pond at 2000 last night and the water will begin flowing shortly – and hopefully staying in. But, before I turn it back on, will have to rework the waterfall stones again so they don't let water escape. Best guess as to the source of the two holes in the pond liner: since it started happening last year, the first one is probably from Kirby chasing one of the his Derbzballs into the pond and clawing back up; and the second, is, I know, from my use of a rake to get muck and grass and all sorts of Swamp Thing regalia out of the pond last weekend. First one may be from me as well, IDK.
In order, however, to reach the bottom of that second tear, I had to further drain the pond. Behold the beauty of my improvised drainage system (pond pump duct taped to 1"-piping duct taped to a hose held up on shepherd hooks), using it to further nourish the new grass I had to put into the Derbzball field:
Note: I did not put it into the flowerbeds as a.) I have a tendency to kill plants and, b.), I tried but it ended up flowing back into the pond which really defeated the purpose of all of the effort.
Related truth about Amazon delivery: if you order something for a project (ie patch kit / tape), it will arrive not early in the day when you need it, but after dinner, when you can barely function but must, nonetheless, to finish.
The war continues.
