As I wrote this, I was lying in a bedroom at the birth mother’s place. Seems of late, I’m lying in somebody else’s bed but don’t take that to mean I’m outchere shuckin’ and jivin’. Uhn uhn, I do that at my house, where no one can see it, okay?!

Look!

I’m talking to her last week at her place and she’s asking what to put on a particular wall. It’s a sizeable space where 2 of my paintings are already hanging oddly ’cause the area is large. So, to save time, this is kinda how the conversation goes:

Me: Why don‘t you paint it? Put a mural there.

Her: Well, when you sell, they want the walls white. [ She’s a former real estate agent, by the way.]

Me: [Who has no white walls and associates them with clinical settings or some place cold.] Are you selling it?

Her: No.

Me: Well, live in it. Let me show you something. You can get a simple design, where you don’t get tired of it.

I end up showing her a design online she can live with, we get the paint and I tell her I’d start after some of yall’s holiday. She asks how long it’ll take. I say, three days. I’m on day 3, folks. I’m now back in my shuckin’ and jivin’ world, where I have much to do. Okay? And to be very, very transparent with you, I’ve been working like a one-woman factory, so I suppose I needed to be pulled away, even though composing a mural is physical.

Now, it’s time to decompress with some hibiscus tea and watch my favorite YouTube channel. I’m quite tired, if I may expose myself. I’ll rest up for tomorrow.

Is it raining your way too?