allegedly “creepy” mobile in all its glory

clearing off my desk, the papers in piles and teetering stacks.  the kids are painting while i rummage through paper mess.  the espresso pot works long and hard for something perfect.  i mentally click through a list for the grocery store.  i should probably write this stuff down. 

the desk was clean for awhile, several hot days when i was working out on the sunporch where i’m supposed to work. but we turned on the air and the mess here, off the kitchen, right in the path from the counter to the table, began to happen.

ernie and i will share a studio in the new house, the benefits of this greatly outweighing the irritations, i am sure.  i am a very messy girl when working and he is extraordinarily tidy. it will be nice to sit and work at the same time, listening to the same things, just being in the same room at the same time.  maybe i will get a curtain to hang from the ceiling and hide my mess from him.  perhaps.