Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Blss this mess.
The Mother's Day peonies, all immortalized in messy pastels. No patience today. I spent most of it chasing Punk around, keeping him from devouring all of Pickle's food on top of his own generous helping, shooing Pickle off the top porch step so Punk could exit the house, taking him out for his numerous potty breaks, in short, being the Punk mommy ad infinitum. So only a few seconds to slap away at the pastel. And while I am whining, let me say I really resent the new Blogger template. I used to be able to select the size and placement of my uploaded photos. Now it just plunks it down in the center, plop. Nothing artistic about that. Well, not a lot artistic about the painting either. Little headache today. Static on my art receiver. Just happy to have done something at all. Many a day has passed when all I did was play numerous games of solitaire here on the Big Bad Mama computer. Heck, I even made the bed. Totally successful day, in my opinion.