Ongoing Improvements

 As I begin to piece together my thoughts, I sit here enjoying this Georgia rain. Wondering why I procrastinate so much, and remembering there is just so much to look at.

 Ongoing improvements have to be done, right? We repair our cars, put oil in them, change the tires. Some of us update our homes, new paint, a new chair, granite sinks, summer annuals in the yard, the list is long.
So it would stand to reason, that a tweak, to the old face, now and then would seem to be understood.

At least that is how I explained the COST of some botox and a tad of filler, to Bill. I am like a Bentley, a classic, that needs to be pampered and well oiled?? Maybe I did not say oiled?? Well maintained, smooth, and worked on from time to time. I told the doctor, that she needed to be conservative, that I wanted my eyebrows to remain in the right place, and I like a few wrinkles. Bill laughed, said that I was probably the only woman that asked for a little to be fixed. I guess I should tell him, it was a little, that time!!! I have the doctors name on speed dial. Ongoing improvements are important.

  Just last weekend I read, that Paradise Gardens, Howard Finster's place was having an overhaul and it made me nervous. ( note poison injected into my face did not!!) Some things need to remain the same, or do they? I guess that is always the hard decisions that we all have to make.
I have been to Howard's digs and I don't see how you fix a mess that is crazy beautiful. ( OK, notice that words like that were not used by my doctor!)( nor did Bill say, " Oh Bonnie you are so crazy beautiful, you don't need to go to the dermatologist! Here is thousands of dollars!)
 Seriously, Howard Finster, was a peculiar genius. A folk artist, and a collector of junk.
 One summer, my gals and all our kids, went to see this.....property...his stuff..I don't know what to call it. All I know is his relatives????had a house on the gardens, and then there were buildings and like a yellow brick road, type of path, with things that all of humanity had discarded, and he had put in this path!! It was like a Where is the world is Waldo book, minus Waldo. There was a building built entirely out of old bicycles and bike parts, an entire building! I think I was the only one brave enough to go in. You know that snakes loved his mess. He was a religious man, so I had hoped he had cast out the snakes, before my arrival!! GAWD!
 I think artist may have called some of his concrete art, mosaic treasures. I call them crazy on moonshine, fabulous art. There was a house of mirrors, that I think he called the chapel and a bottle house. Mirror prisms hung on every surface, so that the sun twinkled on all this junk. His painted art pieces are manic writings of his thoughts and opinions, simple drawings from a not so simple man. He even had his coffin, ready to go, decorated for all to see.
  Thinking about his work, causes me to ramble, because I truly cannot describe it. All I know is that some people are fixing it up. A big new building to house his work is going up,  because after he died, natures vines consumed the place.  His shacks were crumbling, and how do you protect and kept his vision alive.
With new building?? ongoing improvements?? I think it will not be the same, but.....what ifs its better? I like the word restore the gardens, that people with money are using. I just want it restored to Finsters' liking, his style. I hope it is possible.
 I guess we all need a little brushing off from time to time.
Ongoing improvements, me and you Howard!