ooo ooo that smell

one of the first rules in a studio is: if you can smell it, wear a respirator. and even if you can't actually smell it, but can't pronounce the ingredients and think you should wear a respirator....wear a respirator. just do. and clear the pets out of the room too, unless you have teeny respirators for them. why am i so obsessed with respirators today? maybe because my fume box was buried under some other stuff, and i thought, "ach - i just have a few little things to do," and the next thing i knew...Woodstock! so the garden got some attention while i cleared the marbles in my head. i don't usually use toxic chemicals, or anything that would be that corrosive to a person's state of mind, but sometimes there is nothing else, and i haven't had time to invent this 1 product's replacement. I'm reading a book called "Haiku Mind." it is like a meal. love. my bud Sue from Squam mailed me a huge box of books she was done with, and i've been trying to get through them and get my work done. okay - be honest - am i the only one who has to go into the bathroom and lock the door in order to get some uninterrupted time with a book? i visualize myself sitting, no - lounging - on the windowseat with some mint tea, and a good book...the birds at the feeder outside stop by and sew me a new dress, the chimney gets cleaned...all that, right? we don't have a window seat, but we do have a cat that thinks it's a dog, and a dog that thinks it's a cat, and both have to have me in plain view or they panic. even with the locked door, the clawless cat/dog stands on her hind legs pawing at the door, i don't know, maybe trying to wear a hole in it? then diva the dog/cat will go to the furthest point in the house, tip her little coyote head back and howl for all she's worth. the neighbors must think i abuse her. so there is no peace, per se. i've learned to ignore. which is why i decided early on that i am not good "mom" material, and just decided on dogs. not sure how good a stepmother i am, but i try. it has it's moments. so the Love Canal in my studio has cleared...back to work. remember - respirator respirator respirator...Peace out, man