Ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
Damn. Is it still summer? Yes. The last leg of it, the end vaguely in site, tiny and way off in the distance. I've survived so far without any real harm, with stories for later and with a bit of a scrubbing and cleaning of my summer-reluctant third eye. Ouch.
Did I mention, ouch?
Yes, I will tell the stories, likely on the forums, but not today.
Still, Ravyn and I got things sort of lined up for Halloween while she was here, and I made some strange poppets which I will post links to tomorrow at a more respectable hour.
In the meantime, for night owls and those on other continents, a photo of one Strange and Spotted Poppet.
And, at the risk of suggesting that I do indeed listen to Poppet requests:
Little Purple Poppets
The late Harry Chapin (Flowers are Red) sang, "There are so many colors in the rainbow and I see every one."
His song is about crayons, sort of, but mostly about how children see things and how they are sometimes taught not to see by people with narrow vision.
It's a sweet, sad song.
Tonight, I'm not swimming. I am sleeping.
g'night
