entertaining my self is the thing

I am currently working simultaneously on twenty-three paintings. Love being in my art studio, where they are lying all around. On top of paints, brushes, glitter, glue, scissors, for I am out of room. My girlfriends are calling, but I do not answer. I am in full blown painting mode. There is a stack of forty-three canvases to my left. Are they blank? Oh, no, they certainly are not. I have already drawn them out and inked them. They are also ready to be painted. I play Disney’s Fantasia’s soundtrack as I paint. When I tire of painting I run my dogs up to their park. Seated in my lawn chair, I fish out my office. It is a gray plastic Tupperware bin with a lid. Inside are dog treats, a notebook, pens, and a thesaurus. I put the Thesaurus on the table with my eyeglasses. Sometimes I bring them up, other times I use my spare. They are also in my outside “office”. People are clamoring for my time and attention. I am in full-blown writing mode, so my phone is off. I hear their dings, but do not even look. Entertaining myself by knocking out ten to fifty poems. I can do this in an hour. Solitude is not only my companion, she is my friend. I love sitting in the sun doing what I want to do When I want to do it. Not having to entertain or listen to anyone’s voice but my own.