Smoke and Mirrors...

Just working on the paintings and holiday cards for this year.

And staying inside where the air quality is slightly better during the Thomas fire.

Luckily, we haven't had to evacuate but, many have and this is the map here: http://bit.ly/2kPK5IM

And here is some art...

Take care and be safe where you are today!

one mucked up monkee

Yes! The webmonkee is back and ready to make some shredded pork out of the stupidity that is going on today.
This monkee says it's time to get out and mobilize.

Meanwhile it's good to have a glass of wine and watch the bunnies.
The sexy little bunnies. Who complain too much.

Moleskine Madness...C Notes!

It was because she was the queen that he had to find her toes among  the empty soda bottles that filled the long corridors of the old school house. He removed his pants and stood a foot higher than usual in spite of the red ants that had become a nuisance in stylish expensive suits that they bought off the rack. Then the sea waves spent upon the long nose of the lions that hid in the queens pantry and cried "No! The chickens have more gold than we do!" and he was not deterred. It was as he knew it would be. Only the essence of the toed could be found in the message lost. The queen smiled and went to the gravy. She was no longer fat and happy only lonely and confused by limes and pumps.

Have a fastidious Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Hoppy Bunday!

Have a fantastic Easter Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...Lace Needles!

In the old car there was a small duende  that lived quietly under the rear seat. It enjoyed the warmth of the children as they sat above her and giggled to their jokes and riddles. She loved the packages and bags that were heaped into the car during shopping trips. The smells, the sights, the love of new places on vacations excited her. Then the family became older. The children grew. The car became a hand me down. It went to college. It went to Europe. When it finally returned home; it went to the junk yard. Since the duende was never seen or heard. No one knew that she was there.

To this day, she still is.

Have a spiky Sunday!