I've been writing about dreams again...

...I remembered dreaming about trying to drink a red rose out of a silver goblet. I made a drawing of it, but I'm not sure if I can find it anymore. I think if I have time this week I could try to paint it. (I'd like to try framing it with dropped oak branches tied together with silk thread and seeing how it works...)

I love my dreams so much.

LJ up, LJ down. LJ up, LJ down. LJ up...

It's kind of fun getting a chance to catch up with everybody and their lj's...when it's up. D'ohhhhh...

Wow, lookit all the people...

*Peek*

...Looks like there's some fun in Toronto these days. *siigh* I need me a nice vacation.

A friend's been talking about hard-core backpacking for a week in the fall. (Yes, that would be lovely running around in the woods so, but I balk at two bits. )
Bit #1: I'd have to invest in a frame backpack, so I can:
Bit#2:hike wayyy out for miles with a tent strapped to me. Every day for a week. That's not a vacation; that's boot camp, in my humble opinion.

ummm...anybody wanna sell me a cheap frame backpack?

MsEff...anybody makes me unhappy in this potential camping thing, I WILL pull a Blair Witch sort of thing until we go home. Rocks in mysterious piles. Shrieks in the dead of night. Twig dollies. The really good granola bars, ah, "disappearing." Etcetera...