Well, I left this thing for dead.  Turns out, I'm not a very good poet.  SHOCK.  But I really enjoy the blog world and wanna participate so I gotta find a better angle.  Write what you know...write what you love...write what is interesting to you (ME.)

I'm a middle aged married lady working as an operating room nurse in a small northern Minnesota Hospital.  But what I also am is a frustrated artist that wants to paint and draw and make junk art - all day long.  It has taken me an unbelievable amount of time to reconcile this fact.  I have been miserable in the past dozen years spending my days doing things I find pretty horrible.  Don't get me wrong about nursing - I am proud proud proud to be a nurse.  I think nurses are awesome!  Smart, calm, practical, crisis management experts, caring, positive, thrifty, healing, priority setting-delegating wizards....the best women (and men) I know are nurses, I just don't like it very much.  For one thing, I am shy.  I just don't like having to ask folks a lot of super personal questions, and then having to listen to all sorts of super personal responses.  It makes me want to run and hide under a blanket.  Nursing requires a whole bunch of boundary-shattering talking and touching, and looking, and smelling (assessing).  I just don't want to know.  Do you hate me now?

So, as I have ambled over the last few years, I found myself cutting back more and more from hours spent nursing.  (Thank you to my very understanding mushy-manly man husband).  And more hours spent doing art work.  I don't think I am a very good nurse.  I don't think I am a very good artist.  (And, if you are reading this, not a very good writer.)  But I am a much happier woman when I spend my time doing art.

 Above, me, on the right.  Below, me all over the dinning room table.

I will try to write (occasionally) about what I am doing at my art table, and see if I can resuscitate this blog.  And, if anyone DOES read this thing, would ya stop in and say HI!?   :)