

Going to distribute bats around the store today!


Going to distribute bats around the store today!
I like to make a doodle everyday for my kiddos so they’ll have a little daily dose of mushiness, I’ve been doing these for a while now (3 or 4 years now! Whoa!). They do anticipate a new dose of Tuesday the Cat or Monday Brain, so I keep doodling. I had kind of stopped because I kept forgetting paper. Now I know better, I keep paper on me at all times! Because you never know when you need some MUSH.
Here is this week’s daily mush!






Totally not liking my snake drawing but I’ll get better!
And Saturday and Sunday well, those are free days of nothiness mushiness…Until next week I guess if I don’t forget or if I don’t feel self conscious.

Yes, I have transformed into the crane! I spread good fortune, love to all. I’ve become the weirdo birdo I vowed to become at the beginning of 2024. So I’ve stayed pretty consistent. And obsessive. Which are the great attributes of an artist!
And then now for something completely different:

Next week I’ll elaborate on the Mush days of the week. So far, my kids enjoy Monday Brain, Tuesday the Cat, Wednesday the Dog, Hamster Thursday ( which is new, it used to be Thursday the T-Rex), and Snake Fridays (used to be Franken Friday).
Crane Power coming your way!

Saying hi,
And sending love from my little family’s nest to your little family’s nest.
What is love if not wishing the very best for everyone and holding them in your heart for always, even if they’re not here? Even if they’ll never witness it? Even if it’s a little weird and ridiculous…I guess, let it get weird, and show off your goofy, weirdo smile…
Let it be as awkward as possible!
That would be weirdo birdo!

My mushy mind is electric!
And full of worries!

However, there is nothing wrong with it.

Fly little weirdo, fly! Let go of what’s holding you back.

Sometimes mush mornings start at 10 o’clock at night, sometimes at 3 in the afternoon, when your sleep was more like a power nap and you need to rush to get the kids from school. Sometimes it’s a mush morning at 3 am with the night so quiet you can sit and think and savor your warm cuppa joe, before the chaos begins. Whatever time it is, be a little mushy! Write what you’re thinking and sip sip sip. Then doodle a thing or two. Meditate. Or not. Make a pancake breakfast at night. Sun salutations or moon salutations, it’s an ever ending circle turning, turning ’round. Yin yang, night day. There’s not much left to ponder really. I have begun to love each day I wake, it’s a miracle we’re all even here right now, so I’m learning to be grateful just to be breathin’ breathing, breathe…

Could I start a new mush everyday with a morning cup of half head in your coffee cup, saying something obnoxious like …rise and shine?
I think that would be redundantly ridiculous! And grow old, but then I’ll forget about it for a while and not do any… and them bam! give you a dose of half head coffee cup man again! What do you say? Sound refreshing like a nice warm cup of tea or coffee?
Here is the first one and I laughed and laughed and said, did I forget how to draw half head? Because this looks like a potato head!

Have a ridiculously good morning!

There once was a tuba cat, who sat on a tuba…but seeing how it is October. The cat sits on the pumpkin, or Jack o lantern really. So Jack o lantern Kitty cat!

Breaking news: someone lit the pumpkin too much!
That can’t be good. Flaming pumpkin? Flaming Jack O Lantern!

I love how the sun shines in Fall, particularly late afternoon. It’s just a different golden shade which illuminates the leaves falling, illuminates the shadows that cascade around you. Do you notice it too? It’s my favorite thing about fall. I want to be able to always pause and notice these seemingly ordinary occurrences.
I like to take my walks around the park this time of year to notice what’s taking place. What are the animals preparing for. What should we be preparing for?
I am in a pondering, wondering state of mind. I get this way when I’m thinking sometimes. At least it’s better than the anxious overthinking what I say and do…at least I’m thinking of a grander, expansive picture. Of the world and how tiny I really be.