When I came up with this idea I was trying to write a song in my basement. I knew I was being to loud when I heard my wife upstairs creaking along towards the staircase to tell me to be quiet. It conjured an image of stairs in my head. I thought about how so many times the things I need to do don't correspond with the my so called schedule or that of those around me.
Coincidentally I was behind suggesting my idea for the next installment in this series. So fresh from putting up my guitar I wrote Jonathan and proposed this idea.
I tired and tried to paint the image of stairs I had seen at the time. Nothing happened except a muddy conglomeration of paint. Finally, overdue to post, I smeared the whole damn thing white. I scratched out two suet feeders. Empty. And "sprinkled" some black-oil sunflower seeds along the bottom. The suet feeder comes to me as a symbol much like the balloon (see previous post: Everybody Deserves Balloons). It comes as part of this experience of routine and repetition.
So much like the empty suet feeders are due to be filled, it is time for the next idea to be realized.
Jonathan, I look forward to your idea for the fourth post.
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