A squishie day in the studio

Pardon me if I wince.

There’s a real corker of a storm snapping, pounding and snarling outside the studio, so I am somewhat distracted by the thunder, lightning and rain pounding down.

photo by Noreen Crone-Findlay copyright

Rain. Sigh.

This is soooooo much the wrong time for rain…. my beloved husband has been watching the sky like a hawk, and finally took an educated chance on cutting the hay in the big field.

The weather folks ~promised~ 2 weeks of no rain.

So, he cut the big field, and now,

the hay is laying down, getting ‘washed’.

Sigh.  This is ~not~ a good thing.

That’s part of the ’squishie-ness’ of today in the studio

(oh wait…. now it’s hailing! eep!)

I  spent about 14 or 15 hours today, working away on finishing up a new book proposal.

I also took a break from the left brain/right brain juggling act of proposal writing and finally gave in and joined facebook.

(I have resisted facebook for ages, but finally gave in- ah, yes, another thing to figure out! LOL)

Needing a stretch and a treat, I stood up.  I was hankering after one of the completely awesome apples on the tree just outside the studio door. I ambled across the studio.  Oh gross gross gross gross gross!

One of the cats had thrown up all over my knitting machine!

Bless my husband’s heart, he heard me gagging, and came and cleared  up the feline souvenirs.

The man is a saint.

While he was cleaning up the kittywhoops , I went outside  and picked an apple.

Just before taking a big bite, I turned over the apple, and went…. ‘hmmm… that looks odd’…..

and a very startled little worm poked his head out of the apple, as if to say:

“What is going on? Why did my house just turn upside down?”

He then reared back and glared at me!

He stood up for at least an inch and put his little metaphoric hands  on his invisible little hips and I swear he was about to cuss me out!

I let out a resounding yelp, and hauled off and flung that apple into the middle of next week!

If there was an Olympic event for apple chucking, I swear, I would have won the gold medal for the squealing apple launch.

I am the world’s worst thrower, so when I toss something, I never know where it will end up.

Well, for the first time in my life, I threw a straight, fierce, and looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong pitch.

I am quite impressed, to tell the truth.That apple flew in a mighty arc right out of the yard, and I have no idea where it landed.

Poor little worm. I think he thought he had turned into a butterfly. I suspect he may have moved onto his next incarnation when the apple touched down. Oops. Sorry, worm….

Ah, yes, it was indeed a squishie day in my studio. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?