Why is it some artwork you don’t even notice and others are real attention- getters? On the first day of the new year I noticed a drawing my mom had made of one of her Rottweilers. Now, it could be that it was especially eye-catching, or maybe I knew deep in my Griffy heart that this was one of her favorite dogs from days long ago. Whatever.
Why is not important here, just the fact that I could not get that picture out of my mind. Severe obsessiveness aside, there was something about it. Maybe because it was up, and needed to come down.
I climbed on anything I could to get close to it. My little monkey-esque paws could just not quite reach it. And believe me when I say I tried everything.
Not one to over do it (hahaha), I have given up on this quest- for the time being. The object of my desire is still hanging there, taunting me. I’m waiting for the day the peeps move it, or put a table under it, or something.
That picture is going down.
This has nothing to do with obsessiveness…