So...I'm 59 years and 23hours, 35minutes old....and so it goes...tick tock...tick...tock...Bill the horse let me clean the pine tree needles out of his tail yesterday...Bill is 16 and considering he is not my horse this was a break threw...he considers me his stupid human. His owner comes for 15 to 20 minutes each day and feeds Bill and his pasture partner, Gator. Bill is in charge...I've learned that you have to acknowledge Bills' position because when I was not Gator was getting nipped just about everytime I walked out to the fence...so now that Bill and I have an understanding it is a lot easier to spend some time with Gator. Stupid Human...every morning...morning = one hour after I get up...I split an apple with Bill and Gator plus some dried bread pieces I cut up the day before...Bill gets the last bite...ALWAYS....this is really important...anyway if my morning is closer to their afternoon feeding they will walk to the feed bag and bowl and turn their back sides to me...at first they would repeat this...to them I've two legs and two arms and I should be able to walk into the barn...so I get the stupid human treatment...I was supposed to work on a painting today...somehow today is 22 minutes away from becoming yesterday...has not happened yet...did stack some rocks....

So much for the mouse...it will be spring soon and I will hopefully be able to trap and release it...before others discover its exsistance...I found the tamp transcript...thirty four years old now...so the task is to edit or not edit...you have to remember that was before spell checkers...I finished needling a new plate (etching) and have started another plus have a second state of another to proof...means I have to unpack the press and the ferric chloride...Soooooo how do you impeach an administration...babble on Jimmy...but no...I think I'll sleep on it...good night.

A Mouse

A mouse. Two words taken on there own could conjure up any number of mental images...but this mouse has decided it wants to live in this house. It did not bring a cage, feeding dish, or a water container...nor bedding...nor its own food. So I am considering eviction...the means still eludes me...I like to think "I come in peace"...and so does the mouse...a fellow traveler on this swirling, spinning round ball we call earth...a mere speck (the earth) in what we know so far of this thing we call the universe. A mouse....bedtime for me...breakfast time for mouse...tbc...