"hints and allegations"

You know how it is when you think of a word
and then a poem or song lyric 
fills in the thought?

I was going to type "hints" --
but Paul Simon's words
kept completing my thought.  

"There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations..."

And there are always "incidents and accidents"
when I'm working.  I'm often
clumsy or careless.

Yesterday, I spilled more beads.
Into the carpet...
Difficult (impossible) to get them all picked up.
I dripped glue on my black jeans, 
gesso on the floor.

I dropped a head that I was working on.
Then had to try and smooth out 
all of the marks in the clay.
"Incidents and accidents."

Oh, well.
Here are "hints and allegations" of what I'm doing now.

Geez -- I had no idea how addictive folding book pages 

could be!  I receive so many Advanced Reader's Copies

 from publishers, that I end up donating 

dozens and dozens of books to Goodwill, the library,

 and an Assisted Living facility nearby.  

Some of the books, however, are not worth 

donating or passing on to friends.

So....

I've been folding pages and experimenting. 

 Above is the simplest and my first attempt.

The problem is that right now, I have weeding to do.  

And fall planting.  And balancing my bank statement.

  And laundry. And vacuuming.