the Each Week, One Beast project: week ?

The beasts are on hiatus, because their maker is overwhelmed. I feel like doing what Otto is doing above, fleeing from his responsibilities. Matt bought me an enormous bottle of gin, and it wouldn't be hard to go sit with it out in the garden, with the season's last flowers, and then eventually tip over, from which perspective I could enjoy the vees of geese as they pass by.

One thing about this art business is that my busy season is the holidays. Or so it seems - I'm still learning. So - I'll be sharing what I'm working on as I'm working on it, and beasts will come on an irregular basis, and if you want to come visit me, I'll make you an awesome cocktail and we'll sit on the back porch and not answer any of our email or fulfill any of our promises.

The f'n clutch

I haven't been around here much lately. So, I can tell you where I haven't been, but I'm not sure where I have been. I drove a friend's car to Philly and back this week. I'd never driven it before, and it's kind of newfangled, and I couldn't figure out how to put the car in reverse. So I called my husband to ask him how to do it, and told him that the solution he offered was totally implausible, impossible, and uncomprehendingly ridiculous. And here I am, there I was, stuck in my parking spot, with a curb in front of me, and nowhere to go but backwards. But I couldn't.

Then I pulled out the owner's manual, and it said, do what your husband just told you. And, well, shit, it worked.

So that sounds like a pretty DUH kind of moment, right? But wait - it gets better! Today, I needed to bring the car back to my friend. But it wouldn't start, so I said - silly old me, I left the lights on, the battery is dead. I fetched Matt and told him to please jump start it, which he did. It still wouldn't start, and Matt said, are you pushing the clutch in? And well, no, I wasn't, and no, I hadn't been, and yes, the battery was just fine all along, as it turns out!

Which brings us to the question: Where the hell has my brain gone? And it also brings us back around to the start of this post - and I do seem to be going round in circles a lot lately - but where am I, in addition to my brain? If you see either one of us, me or my brain, just sort of doodling along distractedly (distracted - the condition Matt has kindly diagnosed me with, instead of brain addled, which is what I might actually be), will you send us back round here, where we might bump into one another? Thanks.