One of my favorite songs from the 1980s is Invisible Sun by The Police. The song is obscure and moody, but I like it. This tidbit of information has nothing to do with today’s blog, but I thought I might share anyway.
This blog is actually about that girl being quirky.
In particular, that girl is peculiar (maybe inventive) about home decoration. Over the last few months she has been hanging new wall sculptures and moving gewgaws about the house. One day I come home from town and find two mirrors replaced by one. A week later I come home and find three wrought iron sculptures hanging on the living room wall. Pretty rocks and little widgety things migrate about the house on a regular basis.
I love rocks. I love them more than the song Invisible Sun, in fact. When I was a kid, my room was basically a pile of rocks. Well, there were also a few bird’s nests and sticks in there. And dirty cloths.
Normal people feared my room.
The other day, I peered out my back door and found a metal sun hanging in the arches of my portico. Hanging such a thing there would never have crossed my mind. I might have thought about shooting the potato gun from there. But not that.
It’s good stuff.
That’s what this blog is about.