Markera the Artist

She's been surfacing.  Bobbing and weaving.  Never in ways she did in high school, early college, pre-kid days, you know.  When there was this odd thing called, what is it again?  Ah yes.

Free time.

The creativity flows, it emerges at work.  When a plastic cup is turned into a crepe papered bell.  Or a cotton ball is wrapped in tissue paper to make a nose.  So much that is often thrown away by others, is reused by me.  Cardboard boxes from pasta, cereal, pot pies, and I could go on.  Oatmeal canisters, balloons. *sigh*

The cats now have a two part home with a cylinder crosswalk.  The result of overflowing angst and annoyance.