On The Floor 02

I haven't posted an On the Floor for some time. Maybe, the title should more correctly be Oh, So That's Where That Went. As I was cleaning behind my computer desk this afternoon, I found a piece of paper with several doodles on it. It appears, I was testing out a new felt tip pen.

It has been several years since my mother told me about, what seemed to her, the humming bird wars in her back yard that particular summer. I guess, it would mean I haven't cleaned behind my computer desk since then. I remember doing many small sketches and doodles of humming birds wearing army helmets. Those sketches may be in a pile of paper on the floor or behind something.

On My Floor 01

I called my sister to wish her a happy birthday the other day. She was stuck at home cleaning her house and she was happy for a little break, before family would be dropping by. She talked about how amazed she was that she could fill up a trash bag with scattered debris from just a normal evening at home the night before with just herself, one husband and one daughter.

I look around my apartment sometimes and see things that have been laying untouched for unknown periods of time. I have thought to myself, " Since I live alone, I have been and am the only person responsible for every object being where tit is - and stays." Here is a piece of paper I found under a table several days ago.