"The cradle and the crutch"

 Watching Bon Appetit youtube videos has left me with this very strange image that I keep coming back to, that I'm what happens when you pickle damage.  Or maybe damage is the brine.  Enough acid, enough heat, enough time, and I'm certainly nothing like the product that went into the brine, but I'm still delicious, at least according to some.      And of course, this is also brought to you by the use of the word pickled to mean drunk. 

 

I had many windows open today, and that meant it was a very high stress day for Nonsense.  However, it was possibly also Skitterypoof's favorite day, she kept wandering from window sill to windows.  I'm wondering how many windows I should put those cat ledges in for her.  

 

Speaking of skitterypoof, more precisely her namesake (her real name, not her dw name), emi got back to me about the next tattoo, which will be the beastie from the Birthday painting, I'm having some uncertainty about the where and how large, but current front runner is lower left leg, close to the quote from the Wright poem, since the impetus to have either of them at least 60% about Funnyface.   This might also be the visit where I get ocean waves tattooed in my ear, which I am told is not super painful but is super bloody.

 

I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be done getting tattooed, if there's a point where I'll say okay - I'm finished, if I'll figure out all the things I want my skin to say and manage to get them said.  Or if the magic always fades, if this is a ritual that keeps me real and grounded, will I always need to have another tattoo in the pipeline?