did i just mention having a new website? well, like a terrier with a new bone, I've been tweaking it compulsively for 2 days now. I hope to have more assemblages showing soon, but the files I have are huge, so i have to make them smaller before i can upload them. but it is such a relief to have that done. so much so that i took little diva for a walk through the woods today, and it is blowing like crazy...tree limbs down, and leaves dropping like it's a contest. and the leaves are completely covering the path, so it's hard to see the edge of where we usually walk. right next to the incline that heads directly into the water. the somewhat chilly water. yes. hard to see it. and when you carelessly threw on an old pair of worn out Crocs to walk the diva, because it was after 2:30pm and you just showered and felt guilty, well, then it's even harder to stay on a path that you can't see the edge of, that is next to a very steep incline that ends in a chilly pond. and when your hair get blown in your eyes, and you close your eyes - even just for a second - while you are walking, and sort of toss your hair out of your face (not in a haughty, Beverly Hills way, just in a central New York windy day way) then it's easy to see how & why your foot may step down just the slightest bit to the left, and soon, as your inner ear alerts your brain to the fact that There Is Trouble Afoot, there is pandemonium of the highest order. and it rained last night, and it rained again harder this morning. and wet leaves on muddy ground are certainly the perfect slip 'n slide surface kids dream about finding when they have their playclothes on. not quite as big a thrill for an adult, however, who has just gotten out of a way-to-late-in-the-day shower, with her clean jeans and sweatshirt on, even though she's wearing old Crocs. no. not so much of a thrill. and I must remember to thank Jesus for the hickory tree that saved me from baptism in the pond. yes - that old hickory that i bear the marks of right now. and all the while, as i was headed for a splashdown worthy of NASA, i was watching the incredulous expression on diva's face as she wondered why/if i expected her to follow. she was stupified as to why anyone would do something so incredibly dumb. so she pointedly ignored me, and turned her attention to some buffet item on the forest floor. it is no wonder to me why people become agoraphobic. they do not need intervention. they have once themselves been on such a walk, and realized it just isn't worth the effort sometimes.