Some time ago when I was fetching and toiling for too long a stretch and for too many nestlings, I threatenened to exile myself on the banks of a rocky little lagoon about a mile out towards the sea from our home. I imagined living on goose grass and foxberries and the monstrous mollusks for which Quahog Cove was named. I would be an eccentric batty old painter with no interruption to my peace but the lapping of the waves and the squawking of seabirds.
In the midst of absorbing this diatribe our eldest interjected; " Right Mom, the Salty Hag Studio" ( There may have been something about being the estranged, or more applicably, "strange" matriarch of pirates and scallywags. You see, my clan and their circle of friends are surfers, fly fishermen and sailors, lifeguards and Coast "guards". A heap of chowder and cinnamon buns have fuelled many a herd of salty, sandy souls.)
I stopped short in the middle of my ravings and took an immediate liking to title I've since adopted as my own. This morning the same nestling posted my link on Twitter saying "Mom's a-blogging. To all of my pseudo-siblings; take a read."
Well, I haven't taken exile yet, as you see the nestlings inspire and support me. I guess I have no excuses. As well, I seem to have wandered into the spotlight so I have to be committed now! I will spend a few days preparing a teaching kit for the upcoming workshop. When I have a few things to show you, I'll keep honing my blogger skills and put them up for everyone to share. Stay tuned!
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