Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay - Robert Browning Quick update - computer files were rescued & restored, so I may just be back in business - waiting to verify recent updates. Painting continues...along with the aches and pains of that. Today when I viewed comments on… Continue reading Hang on leaves it’s almost time to say goodbye to fall
Treasure chests of thoughts layered with hope
As I set out to paint yesterday, I took trinkets down from shelves and tops of cupboards. I washed off years of dust and grime. Gathered my tools and dressed in a proper uniform. My white painter pants from 1990. They're no longer white, though. They're filled with layers of every color we've painted in… Continue reading Treasure chests of thoughts layered with hope
Oh dear, I checked on it, it’s not done yet!
Oh dear, I've got so many projects in the works right now, I may get more gray hair by the time they are finished. What's a girl to do when none of them seem to be completing? Sigh. And whine. And take photos. Yesterday morning we (my Mr. Tech Guy and I) started a check… Continue reading Oh dear, I checked on it, it’s not done yet!
Just roll with it baby – life goes on
I've felt like whining a lot this last half of the week. The majority of my week has been filled with outdated stuff and struggles. Oh, my, so many struggles to overcome the obstacles appearing outta nowhere (some self-made, though). The week has been dragging on and on, like an appliance garage door roller that's… Continue reading Just roll with it baby – life goes on
I’m like an opossum who went into hiding after she left the parenting scene
This past weekend I went to a baby shower. And, oh baby, two things happened to me as a result of it. #1 - I left the party wondering how my kids ever survived without all the gadgets you can buy nowadays to help you be a great parent. I remember needing things like the… Continue reading I’m like an opossum who went into hiding after she left the parenting scene
Skydiving on dandelion fluff
What would life be like if you could float in the sky on dandelion fluff? Would you do it? Would you be brave and trust that you'd land where you belong? Fluffy, floating little seeds look so fragile to me. Yet, somehow, someway, with persistence, they survive and thrive adventures as they drift across the skies.I'm… Continue reading Skydiving on dandelion fluff