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RE: Am I a Painter or Caterer On the Opening Floor?
love the painting of the 1844 lightbulb! It feels mysterious, even after all your words in this post, it somehow feels like it comes from a different space. Cool!
It made me think of this: I saw you composed by three Ronthroops... one is the body who enjoys and indulges in comfort, hospitality and above all FOOD... then you have the brain Ronthroop who cant stop talking fast and in a hurry to deliver all the connecting points in an idea at once... then you have this painting, the mystery, The third Ronthroop, playful, uncomplicated and at peace in the moment. These posts you do, seem to be the relationship between these three in you. Just an idea! :-)
My goodness, a person cut up into pieces! Like a pie, although the slices add up when the pie is cut thin to include the many interactions with people and situations. You see the light pieces, the positive ones. There are more. I must include my ignorance and self-deprecation slices—the doubt, steadfastness, humble and arrogance slices; the father, grandfather, husband, and son ones too.
Why not a sloppy metaphor? It’s Thanksgiving morning and I have two pumpkin pies in the oven.
Thank you for the read Romanie, and the thoughtful reply.
Oh! happy Thanksgiving! I have a pumpkin soup on the stove. We don´t celebrate Thanksgiving it was just coincidence, we have lots of pumpkins to eat from our harvest!
Very nice, and happy pumpkin soup to you!