Even if it’s not

Even if it’s not

Blobs in journal.
I feel like a blob lately. Honestly writing seems too much for this blob lately, so just half assed doodles will do.


It’s been a while since I’ve doodled a mush brain. A brain that lately has been mush. Oh well, that’s actually 90 % of the time. A brain certainly downtrodden.

I remind myself I’m going to make it anyway.

Quite literally!
And with Fungi!

Seems like the only acceptable occupation in winter time…being a blanket burrito. And book in hand, cozy kitty on my legs, I see no other way to occupy my time with. Good day to you all.
Mush faces coming at you! because I haven’t felt like drawing and/or anything really. But these are my new half faces along the pages of my journal.


I do have a new March playlist! You can guess the theme I believe:
I did get out today with camera, and it was the same rather dismal sky. You wouldn’t have believed it was March and the beginning of spring break here. So I won’t show you the same mushroomy toadstools I found today. But I did figure out the big birds I thought were cranes were actually great egrets because that makes more sense around here along the creek beds and such. The other morning it was still dark and I was coming across the bridge over the creek I saw some flying above me. They were huge and graceful! That was cool! Or it could be herons, but I’m thinking they’re egrets. There were three flying above me. So I’m not sure, they looked too wirey to be geese. Who knows they were cool birds flying above me!
Anyway we don’t have any big grand mush adventures planned, but just being with my kids is all that I want to do. And so I imagine we will find something magical even if it’s just a cool rock and/or a new hiking trail.

Although the rain has subsided this morning, it’s the perfect time of morning where it’s still damp, cloudy and….you guessed it PUDDLES. Puddles in my coffee? Not a problem.
Oh wait, I hear the rain coming back.
It’s just time for me to get out and take some photos. I do have some errands to run today so I better get to it!
I need some rain boots.
Just doodling an ostrich for you.

I kind of like it better than the crane. The crane I aspire to be, but the ostrich I am and must accept. But that’s okay! I’m dorky.

I wish I had a voice as beautiful as the birds, just to be that confident. They sing as loudly as possible, communicate as loudly and as articulately to their loves. Why is it so hard for me? And why do I look like a

CREEP…a CREEPY weirdo!!!! UGH. I’m living in mortification at something that I did because, let’s face it. I don’t know how to talk to people. At this age, it’s almost like I’m disabled in a way. A social misfit! A tangled up big ol’ articulated mess. I promise I am smart, an intelligent being of some kind…so what’s wrong with me?
People.
I’m more of an ostrich than a beautiful song bird, awkward and uncomfortable in every way possible. And there’s a slight chance I could charge after you, I am a bit intimidating…
And this is the same person who decided to make a bunch of origami hearts for everyone. I don’t think it’s possible to be that confident and that scared at the same time! If you’re wondering how the hearts went, it went really well. But this morning I came into work and they were gone. So someone decided that they were unnecessary. Oh well, that’s why I made two baskets!!! Onto the second basket….


I started drawing Octo-Dude again. I really forgot all about him, but he reemerges from the surface after years of hiding. Where the heck have you been dude? And most importantly what have you been doing?
It’s hard to tell with that kind of face.
Okay, slither away from whence you came.