Butter dish, the update

I need another "new" butter dish.

Perhaps made of plastic.

The second-hand glass butter dish I acquired earlier this spring met an unfortunate end last week

Presumably it was The Dog who knocked the butter dish off the counter Friday (it was during the 9 to 5 and there were no witnesses). When I came home after work, I discovered two monster glass shards on the living room floor, and smaller slivers in the kitchen.

The butter was no more.

The culpable party was without remorse, as is customary when these types of things happen and she (amazingly) survived the incident unscathed.

I, on the other hand, got a sneaky sliver of glass in my heel nearly five days later.

And so, the butter dish saga continues...

The World Gets a Second Chance

Anyone can read my blog again, oh lucky world inhabitants. Don't make me sorry I've let you back in...

Art

Trapped in a waiting room for longer than I would have liked, I flipped through the glossy pages of an "Elle Decor" magazine to pass the time.

Home Improvement magazines have never been of interest to me mainly because I don't have a "home." "Home" denotes permanence and ownership. I am a nomadic renter with no sense of dwelling permanence - an affliction I've experienced since leaving college.

The places where I have lived since leaving my parents' house are less like homes and more like docking stations; places where I can "recharge" (eat, sleep, shower) and have the benefit of legal overnight parking.

People with "homes" tend to read magazines like "Decor" and worry about things like paint, mood lighting, area rugs, throw pillows and a menagerie of other completely non-functional, dust collecting room/house enhancements.

I "read" magazines like "Decor" only when I am trapped in a doctor's office, and the only other options in the periodical rack are "Parenting Today" and "Country Living."

Despite its general irrelevance to my life, I did see an interesting article in "Decor" about a New York artist named Kathryn Lynch.

I am about as educated in art appreciation as I am interested in home-improvement; I operate merely on preference. I have no deeper appreciation of art - technique, form, color or history. It is either pleasing to my eye, or not based strictly on the sum total of my life experiences/genes/personality/mood/fill-in-the-blank-and-call-in-a-psychoanalyst.

That being said: I would hang a Kathryn Lynch painting in my "home" (if I had one). They please my eye.

Blue Hudson River



A Moon + A Sense (My favorite)



City Blues


Fireworks (This one makes me think of the National Anthem)


Lynch also has some "art" that seems really juvenile-looking to me, but that is probably because I am not so "art-savvy" as to truly appreciate its craftsmanship. Blah blah blah. You can see the ones I like, and those I don't at the Sears-Peyton Gallery