Crime Scene

Santa was murdered at my house last night. I came home and checked my phone messages and heard the desperate voice of my next door neighbor describing the teenage boys who ripped the face off my inflatable Santa and my neighbor who gave chase shouting profanities and promises of punishment. The criminals weren't caught.

The crime scene was hard to look at. The snowman and Santa, both on the ground, bleeding air profusely. I thought it only kind to pull the plug. Sometimes you know it's the right thing to do. I hate that I had to make that decision.

In other news I am making progress on my 6 foot painting. I have scribbled my mantra across the canvas, and I now have a real feel for the direction I am going with it.