What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

I’ve literally spent the majority of my ‘un-vacation vacation’ on my assortment of computers, getting stuff set up, organized, re-organized, moved, etc. I feel as though I’ve sat on my butt and gotten NOTHING accomplished, though in reality, I have – it’s just not the sort of accomplishment that is readily visible. The techy chores I’ve been completing (and am STILL not DONE with!) have been chores that have been long since overdue…say over 2 years, at best. This electronic media can be as overwhelming as overdue housework…ARGHHHHHH!



It’s not exactly been an unstressful week, though it has had a good moment or two – my ‘un-vacation’ vacation has had as many ‘demanding’ intrusions as any other week. Clearly, if I am to escape everyone else’s expectations of my role as errand-boy, fix-it-man, counselor, advisor, consultant, accountant, janitor, cook, housekeeper, farmhand, grounds keeper, taxi service and everything-else-it bozo, my only alternative is to leave town and tell no one where I am. Those who choose to live their lives oblivious to all sense of responsibility seem equally as oblivious to how draining it can be on one lone individual, forced to fulfill the responsibilities of several people at one time…ALL the time.



It would be nice to be able to just have a relaxing week in one’s own home – that place that is SUPPOSED to be one’s haven from the demands of the world. Sadly, the demands of my home life far exceed those of an unkind world and I have no refuge that is near…save those moments I’m able to steal and capture a glimpse of freedom (below) in my artwork. Here’s wishing I too, could fly away…if only for a day (though I feel more like the woodpecker beating my head against an unmoving tree).