Goddammit the gardeners are here. My wife's project--where is she? off meeting with a "spiritual" type (read loney cranky bitch) while I'm here dealing with the neighbors cows (yes, cows, there were two on the road and I had to do a McGivver thing and loop a garden house between the front posts to make a fence...oh, never mind). The dog needed a potty then the gardener with his entourage arrives but where is the "sculptor" with his piece de resistance, the candle shed for the pagans goddies. Jesus. Oh, yes, Jesus. I need a Byzantine christ if I'm gonna have any goddam religion at all.
So then there's the channeling thing. I've talked myself into a corner here, giving my "ghost voice" too much power. Like he's real now, crabby, smoking, laughing in the corner with a martini in his hand. Jesus Byzantine Christ.
Should I go back to painting? But that's channeling, too. I've painted myself into a poltergeistian corner here. Yeah, sure, let the spooks and muses in to help you and see if you're not like me, chasing the neighbors cows and they'll never know I was the McGivver!
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