back in the saddle.

Well, that was an interesting holiday down south. I will not go into it at the moment, just glad to  be back. Flying over  lush green,well watered, Northwest. I feel a bit like Amy Schumer, having re-arrived  after the  Oscar slap to a changed crowd- "did I miss something?"..."Somehow there is a different vibe in the room".
 

The clouds, "comforting" Lummi island , feel  thumb sucking right. We are all a bit  vulnerable and shaky as this country dive bombs into the depths of evil, I wish  a fluffy cloud   for y'all.  We are beyond befuddled- beyond angry- beyond beyond. I -just -don't- fucking- know.

Anyway, we are back in the town of subdued excitement, having spent the past 13 days in a surreal situation- we did some stuff and I took loads of photos so I will have something to occupy my blog other than this  bullshit country of bullshit's bullshit. We got up this morning at 3:30 AM. to catch a 6:00 AM  flight- it did not go seamlessly- but we made it, Ok.  I think I am" over " the desert now. I have no desire to return.

The plants were crispy  thirsty, our house is a mess, A dress was delivered while I was gone. I do not remember ordering it -It is gross! A terrible thing covered in little tiny stars, on blue. Oh dear. I must have been momentarily mind- gone -to- the -dogs delusional to have ordered  an Aunt Bea frock. It is gigantic- the sad part  is that it  will probably fit me perfectly -  appropriate  wear for  the box social  held in the church basement on Tuesday or wearing for the staring role as Norman Bates Mom.

 I will quit ragging out now and  leave you with some gay happy GAY gay  color from the streets of gay  Palm  Gay Springs. a comfortable gay town!

Michael and Scott  are married, probably, anyway  - they rented  their condo  to us for a steal of a deal. In my bedroom there was this piece of work, signed by the artist. The title also in the corner , difficult to see. Michael and Scott had never really looked at it , just thought it was a bit of unusual Asian art that came with the condo when they purchased it. Had all the right colors for the room and was innocuous. 

subtle much?

Michael , horrified after I sent him a text message with blown up photo,  no idea  - fair enough, there's not a lot of "Pussy Face" art about  ( the title , off to one side , difficult to see). Pretty sure that the painting will be elsewhere when M and S move back into their condo.... hilarious. 

I managed to read all of your blogs, by the way, I could not post or comment because my IPAD is ancient and only does minimum requests, like turns on and turns off... I am hopeless using my phone too. I have been keeping up with you though, loving your blogs so much! You are all so smart and sassy, love you dearly! Xx