Showing posts from February, 2015

An interesting week

It has been interesting this week. First we were promised 6"-8" of snow that did not fall. A few flakes, a scattering, stuff that you could see but that then melted only to be r placed by more of the same which also melted. Then on Wednesday night we were told that we would have less than an inch and awoke Thursday morning to 5" or more. This is the best illustration I know of for climate change - no one seems to know what is going on weather-wise. Today is lovely and sunny and the white stuff is melting. It might take a while for the ice clumps on the from steps, though. I swept a path for the postman to get up to the porch, but didn't get the whole width and the remainder is all ice. While I have been inside waiting for warm weather, I have been painting. Here are the latest ones. This looks springy to me For that matter, so does this.  I will next attempt an extreme close-up of a rose and if that works I will do several more of different roses or

In the middle of the night

Sometimes   From time to time Often I get my days and night mixed up. This is one of those times. Last night I couldn't sleep but I had to get up this morning soon after seven so that this afternoon I was nearly dead when I stretched out on the bed for a few minutes and ended up sleeping for two and a half hours. Now I can't sleep tonight. Oh, well, I should be accustomed to this schedule by now.   During dinner at Vicki's house tonight, Sara called. Now, Sara is doing her clinical at the hospital and she was on her way home with a story to tell. I excused myself from the table because I know that hospital stories all concern either blood, pee or poop.  It is just a given. All this is new to Sara because it is not all injuries on a playing field;  I believe that she is going to be a very good nurse.  She has a good heart without being soft about things. I won't share the story - it was about one of the major three, though.  Here is the painting I am working o

Oh, Dear

When I went to the audiologist two weeks ago I made an appointment for a follow-up, as one does of course. The appointment is for tomorrow. At eight in the morning. The forecast temperature is 3 degrees F.  Three. No zeros. The windchill will make it feel like -11. That is minus 11. Fahrenheit. Cold. What was I thinking? DH bought flowers at the end of lat week. Isn't this rose just beautiful? In the background are some Alstroemerias and there are also two large Hydrangeas. I would like to paint this rose. Maybe. Someday.  Here is what I really am painting. The upper right hasn't been started yet and I don't know whether to just continue with the color blocking or add an image. (not the rose).  This is the image I might go for if I decide to add an image. Just the flower. Not the chair, blanket, neighbor's house, etc.  This is the latest painting. I wish that the colors were closer to the real thing because I really like this in person.  We had sn

Posting regularly?

Well, I meant to get back to a regular posting schedule in 2015 but so far that has eluded me. I am working on painting... You can see the photo I took to work from on the table. It is of a River Birch in our back yard.  This is just about finished, I think.  and I have been working on adjusting to wearing hearing aids. I can hear everything.  Sometimes I hear more than I want to. I will be working with the audiologist to fine tune for the next several weeks and these are just being tried out for a two week period. At the end of the time I can keep them or we can try something else.  I think that I will let my hair get longer or cut it over my ears again. Right now the hair ends just hit the microphones. I have a haircut scheduled for Tuesday, so I will decide then. You can't see it in this picture but there is a little plastic tube that goes from above my ear around the front  and into the ear cavity. The little speaker is pushed way in and can't be seen unles