Bailey, your humble servant, at the keyboard...
It's Sunday, and today it was my distinct duty to bring relief to a suffering Artist, e.g., the human Mom-person, by personally delivering seventeen metric tons of water to her studio. Why would she need water? It seems that the studio is located in the dark, satanic mills of a decaying ax factory, and running water is not something that the designers of this Iron-Age structure contemplated.
Thus, I summoned my male, human-lackey Chauffer and embarked upon the perilous journey in the PT Cruiser.
In homage to St. Patrick (whose blessed soul would protect me during the voyage), I wore my green Shamrock collar. Buster usually asks St. Guinness for protection, but safety is not a major concern for him.
We set out, equipped with many jugs of water in the back and Mozart on the CD player.
Frankly, I was terrified! Embarking upon such a circumnavigation in a PT Cruiser is rather like navigating the North Atlantic in a coracle.
There were hostile natives driving war-vehicles with quintessential New England hostility. I closed my eyes and focused upon the Mozart piano concerto!
I shuddered and moved onward--after all Brendan the Navigator left County Kerry in a small boat and made it to Newfoundland and south to Florida. He must have been crazy or inebriated.
There were curious sights that I would subsequently have trouble describing to others without being thought mad...
At last, we approached the fabled ax factory! The River Styx raged, and I began to have a very bad feeling about this. Would Charon the Boatman appear out of the mist to ferry us across?
My warm-and-cozy studio-within-a-studio awaited! It was time for a nap!
Stay tuned for the next adventure: St. Patty's Day!
Your faithful correspondent,
Bailey Blue, Art Diva