wandering

I can’t concentrate, this is nothing new. I freely admit I have the brain of a wanderer, I think it’s my Hungarian roots, there must be some gypsy in that branch of my family tree.

There are moments in my day when I stare out my office window and the view isn’t that spectacular, it’s a fenced in retention pond behind a shopping center that I liked better before they cut down all the plant growth on the fence, I miss the white morning glories that wove their way about the chain linked enclosure. I even stare at the wall in front of me; still hanging is a chain of paper balloons in primary colors that I refused to take down after my birthday last February. I also have a few b& w photos I’ve taken from the internet that make me smile and conjure wonderful daydreams!

Don’t get me wrong, I do get the tasks of my job completed, my monthly statistics are awesome or so my supervisor tells me! (she’d never lie to me!!) I do this job because somebody has to and it pays my mortgage, one day I’ll open my stained glass studio, give classes and create the pieces in my brain, patterns that will challenge and defy convention. I’ll gain more inspiration from the changing of the seasons and the smell of the nearby mountain air.

But for now, I’ll sit here and stare out my office window…