Life with an artist is never dull (or ugly) or barren.

I came into the bathroom this morning to shower, and I was startled to see some Spanish Moss (I didn’t know what it was) hanging over the bathtub with a metal bowl beneath it to catch the water dripping from it. This didn’t shock me; it always happens when one is married to Maria Wulf.

But I was curious to know what it was. “Oh,” she said, slightly annoyed by the question, “it’s Spanish Moss. My friend Emily gave it to me a year ago, and it’s been hanging in the bathroom window for months. Didn’t you see it?”

I knew I had to tread carefully here; I was on the edge of getting into trouble. “Oh, sure,” I said, I remember it well.” (This was a lie. I didn’t recall ever seeing it. But of course, I thought, where else would one hang some wet Spanish Moss in the bathtub?

Well, she said, as if thinking that any idiot would know what it was and appreciate its beauty. “I rinsed it out to clean it, and I’m hanging it over the bowl so it can drip and dry. I did get my shower in.

I rushed over to Wikipedia and read about Spanish Moss.  I’ll go and make some thoughtful conversation about it at dinner. Live and learn.

You always need to be prepared around here.

Oh, I said, of course. Life with an artist. Every day.