I woke up early and stayed up; went to the gym where I walked about a mile and a half, then drove to my chiropractor appointment. I got there half an hour early and left at exactly my appointment time. After stopping at the grocery for milk and a few other items, I came home and stayed home.
I did stop to take my car through the car wash just outside the gates of the mobile home park. I don't know how it happened, but one whole side of my car was covered with a sticky substance, in big drips someplaces and a sort of fine spray on the windows. I don't think it happened accidentally, but it looks like someone shook up a bottle of soda pop and sprayed it all over the side of my car. It's clean now and looks great, although with all the activity in this place it will be dusty and dirty again in no time. There is a constant parade of equipment and vehicles owned by the Park that go by my house, plus trucks pulling small dumpsters for disposal of green waste and just plain junk. Tomorrow the garbage trucks will roll by, and the landscapers will be cutting the grass in and around the dog park. They use a really heavy duty leaf blower to gather all the green waste, and I'm sure it sends up clouds of dust that settle on the house, porch furniture, car, etc. I really take a hit here, and add to that the noise of all this coming and going on top of the yapping dogs! I think I would give anything to live in a quiet place on a quiet street, with a little more space between houses. Dream on, gypsy. (I am truly grateful to have a place to live in that I can afford, but I can complain once in a while if I want. It isn't an idyllic situation by any means.)
My absentee ballot came in the mail today, and I still don't think I'll vote for anyone on it. It doesn't seem like the country I grew up believing in, when you end up voting for the lesser of two or three evils. In every other election I can remember, I was FOR somebody. No more to come from me on the political situation.
I have to find myself a new scale, one with an old fashioned dial. I never did like or trust digital, and this morning I got on the scale first thing and it read 116.4! That nearly scared a few more pounds off me. I don't believe I lost 4 or 5 pounds overnight, so after drinking a glass of warm lemon water, eating a banana, and drinking a cup of coffee I stepped back on the scale - 120.4! I am not convinced I gained 4 pounds that fast, and think it's just the scale. I recently put a new battery in it, so that shouldn't be the problem. It's hard to find the older models with a dial.
I'm still watching a few Bob Ross videos each day - I'm up to Series 3 so I won't run out for a long time. In my lifetime I have gone through lots of stages in artistic preference - from the Renaissance to the French Impressionists, to the American Hudson Valley painters, and lots more. I still love the Hudson Valley style and find it so inviting and relaxing, but even though Bob Ross is quite different (and I wouldn't put him into the category of "great masters"), I find that at this stage of my life I love the peace and contentment I find in his nature paintings. Even the less peaceful, such as storms at sea, are relaxing to look at and I'm getting more and more hooked. That is the kind of painting I wish I could try.
The big problem I see with painting in oils, is do I have enough space. I have a spare room where I store my camping gear, unsorted photographs, a fairly large desk with my iMac computer and a printer, etc., plus a big comfy office chair. I don't know how many square feet I would need for an easel, paints, and cleaning supplies, and I don't know how "splashy" it might get. I'd definitely need to put something on the floor to protect it, as well as to store away the camping stuff in the big closet there.
I'm also embarrassed to say I have several boxes with my fine china stacked in them, the ones I got for wedding presents for my first marriage in 1970. None of the kids wanted it, although one of them took the sterling silver. I thought I might use the china once a week for myself but that is never going to happen. I figured I would just keep it and when I'm gone it will be my kids' problem to dispose of it. I don't do that with most things - I'm trying to pare down all my stuff to a minimum to keep them from having to deal with it. The only treasures I have from my first marriage are my children. I loved my silver, having bought that when I first went to work and every girl had a "hope chest". I also picked out the china to suit myself, so I still have a slight attachment to it. I could give it to someone who really wanted it, but wouldn't want to sell it on Craigslist or eBay. I'll just have to find a place to safely keep it out of the way of oil paint splashes!
JUST THINK OF WARM SUNNY DAYS AND SPRING FLOWERS AL:))
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