If you have read the "Off to Look for America" blog, you already know what we're doing. The Fabulous Feathermaye and yours truly have launched ourselves off into the unknown... our eyes are on the horizon and we are taking opportunity as it comes.
The Hot weather that so pervaded TEXAS and turned it into a summer-long tinderbox, has finally been soaked down by a few good storms as we work from the back porch of the "Mardi Gras" (Mz. Z's B&B) with mobile internet connection and laptops a-buzzing!
Feathermaye with another unique capture She is greatly influenced by 'Escher' |
Calling all Sponsors! We test lots of products! |
Of course, this is East Texas, so there are some differences that seasonal change offers: like going from ninety-nine degrees to thirty seven, overnight. Yikes, honey, where did we put our jackets? We...DID bring jackets, right?
Gotta remember, folks, Feathermaye and the ole kid here have been warm-weather travelers, for the most part. But, since life is presenting opportunity around every corner, we are happy to chase down a few sponsors (Dear Bass Pro Shops..., or Dear People who make Gore-tex...) OUTFIT US! We are your willing subjects, and if it can be broken, or proven worthy, you need only ask feathermaye
My poor wife, has had just about every mosquito in East Texas feed on her beautiful calves. Now, just so you know, Feathermaye can rock some Capri britches, and she tends to wear them, like...all the time, all weathers. She's my little Yankee, after all, Michigan gal. I digress...
But, you just gotta know, folks, that for a girl who knows she is going to be eaten alive, and be PERFECTLY WILLING to test bug products in some hard-for-most-brave-souls buggy territory, Feathermaye has undergone quite a change.
Bless her heart, she's had bites on bites, her blood is just too sweet. She has a lot of strange allergies and has dealt with those conditions all her life. It had been easy enough to hide out in AC, but when the work you love calls you outside... Well, she went right out there with it!
Her focus is everywhere as she hunts for the next frame... "Moth Capture" by feathermaye.com 2011 |
We may be eating Ramen Noodles and a new supplement that we will mention later; we may have lost weight like you wouldn't believe, having forsaken fast food--except for evenings when Mz. Z hangs out with us and forces us to eat pizza!
Please understand, we're having a lot of fun, but we're also learning how to work for ourselves from a very thin precipice. At such altitude, and with so much hanging, it pays to be positive, as well as realistic.
We have found that it also pays to live Spartan, keeping only what is important for everyday function, slowly shucking away what is really not necessary. It's amazing to see how full of Shit-we-seem-to-need-to-carry-around-with-us we are.
Living up here in a sort of fake Western Town, it gives us the singular opportunity to work in the GREEN if you know what I mean. As I write this, Feathermaye sits across from me and plans a new green project for the approaching Market Days. That will be another blog.
Rainy lit Bougainvillea under Mardi Gras' Porch |
The new book is causing a fuss |
My stalwart publisher is unabashed by such scandal and name-calling, he is going ahead with the book and will be announcing a release date soon. Did I already mention that this is just book one? You can still catch a glimpse or two of Generations in Agony...Texas, right here on the blog!
Signing books here! |
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1 comments:
East Texas bugs? Oh, don't I know it's true what Feathermaye has experienced? The black helicopter mosquitoes, the giant green moth you can ride (bare-back or saddled) often remind me of the Alfred Hitchcock classic, The Birds, Then, there was my personal battle; the one I had with that dreadful spider. Dangling before me...it was a terrifying sight! I still swear that it's true...it had the body of a horse and the head of Oscar the Grouch and laughed as it stared me down with every one of it's one trillion eyes. Or whatever.
I conquered the beast, though and I did it armed only with my long handled Dirt Devil! I did! And now I am a legend. Only in places like Agony, Texas and my own mind but, still!
Love,
The Pizza Pusher
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