Being reconstructed even as we speak

Sunset called Procrastination

What is it about summer, especially,  August that always leaves me feeling burnt out with a sense of ennui,  jejune,  and malaise?  Which,  as you can see,   leads to the inevitable play with words to try and describe the almost indescribable ( that which cannot be described  indescribable sensation>2: surpassing description <indescribable joy>

 or is it undescribable(do the opposite of : reverse (a specified action-describe;  undescrible adjective That cannot be described: incommunicable , indefinable , indescribable , ineffable , inexpressible , unspeakable , unutterable

or is it unindescribale( do the opposite of : reverse (a specified action-describe;  undescribale adjective That cannot be described: incommunicable , indefinable , indescribable , ineffable , inexpressible , unspeakable , unutterable)  

Now that that is as clear as mud in the hope of being more understandable. One can move onto the desired or not desired result of the fine art of procrastination that has caused the whole problem in the first place.

Am I safe from Spike?

Of Course, if one procrastinates long enough about half the list can be done because it’s just too wet out of doors and has to wait for next year so come August the whole unprocess of me feeling burnt out with a sense of ennui,  jejune,  and malaise can begin anew. Ah! a cyclical event I can always look to for a sense of stability. 

Barriers created for protection from... and why

Appropriate words to describe the occasion of August!

en·nui

   [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn-nwee] 

–noun

a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satietyor lack of interest; boredom: The endless lecture produced anunbearable ennui.

Origin: 
1660–70;  < F: boredom; OF enui  displeasure; see annoy

Another door to paint an scrape before it rains

The Scream by KLTH

Perhaps  ennui is a reaction to knowing that the incredibly long list of things I need to finish before it rains, changes seasons, school starts is never going to be finished in time.  Or perhaps it just knowing  and a reaction that happens every years has left one sense of ennui in the abstract and in the end total annoyance with everything  that relates to august. 

ma·laise

Finally, off the studio things

   [ma-leyz, -muh-; Fr. ma-lez] 

–noun—Synonyms 

listlessness, tedium, lassitude, languor. 

1.

a condition of general bodily weakness or discomfort, oftenmarking the onset of a disease.

2.

a vague or unfocused feeling of mental uneasiness, lethargy,or discomfort.

 And then it  becomes real.

And then in defense "the list" becomes

Jejune: Not interesting; dull: “and they pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases” (Anthony Trollope).

Which then leads to kindred spirits and favourite insights by someone else-- such as :

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, 
designing futures where nothing will occur: 
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she 
will still predict no perils left to conquer. 
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight 
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard 
of, while blasé princesses indict 
tilts at terror as downright absurd. 
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump, 
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis; 
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump, 
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,      
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes 
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger." 
— Sylvia Plath

And so begins Fall- with the sudden realization that life is about  to join the tea party(Mad Hatter’s)because everything is too late because your late! I am late! I am late! I am late so says the Marche Hare. August is gone and I have no clue where August went, because summer becomes shorter as on grows older. 

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Detail of a Navajo rug I purchased at antique store.
The hatches look like they are woven at an angle.
The rug is also Churro. It has an interesting hand.

I am having way to much playing with this program. I can't believe how much I am learning. So perhaps I'll write a little longer about real life and events. Even though I managed to delete my first attempt.

Of course for the last month we have had an extra dog. I am training my father’s puppy. Chene is so delicate compared to this puppy-Spike. Spike must have dachshund in him. His feet are huge, huge mouth compared to Chene’s,  short stout  legged, long body and he is solid, over effusive and totally clumsy in his relations with others be they human or animal.   He uses his body like a battering ram. He’s manage to knock both Chene and Wry into the pond they like to drink from. They now try and stay above him.  He hauls everything about including  large potatoes. His greatest joy is get Chene’s  stuffed kitten, do a victory lap around the couch and take it all back to his blanket. Chene refuses to be in the same room and demands  to be picked  up and be carried through Spikes territory-the kitchen and the laundry room. Chene will no longer enter the kitchen when the barrier is down. He heads for the top of the couch  where Spike can’t go-yet! Personally, I don’t blame him. Spikes feet are huge and he loves to jump on you. Even though he does sit  and stay when told. He’s just so full of joy and movement. It’s basically uncontainable in his small body.  Unfortunately Chene hasn’t figure out how to make him sit and stay.