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averygoodun42) wrote2012-11-03 01:41 pm
averygoodun42) wrote2012-11-03 01:41 pm
Stalling
I don't want to work. It's Saturday, dammit! But I kinda need to work. Papers need to be written, food cooked, plants watered, laundry laundered. Cars researched. Paintings started.
At least, when my mind reached its saturation level last night after a whole (whopping) hour of research, I fiddled around and managed to get an idea of what I'm going to do with the painting. It's going to be a lot of work, but I think it will come out far better than the original idea. Should I finish it, it will definitely be comparable to a 50,000 word first draft, if not a second or third draft as well.
I've run out of tea. I am not going to go get more. This makes me sad. Even if I know it's for the better.
Page is all chirpy again. I hadn't realized how long he'd been feeling under the weather, but the difference is so glaringly obvious now, that I wish I could have done something sooner. Granted, the first trip to the doctor didn't do much, did it? However, the antibiotics are working, and even though it's a sugarbomb syrup, he seems to have realized we meant it when we said if he couldn't behave himself, we'd switch the prescription to pills. There has been a slight rise in obstinacy and roughhousing, but otherwise, he's been pretty manageable.
What else... It appears Sandy did do a bit of damage in the neighborhood. One of the tall oaks outside our association boundaries fell into one of our neighbor's yards. Fortunately, it looks like it didn't hit the neighbor's house, though I have no idea whether it damaged their shed. The tree people were here making a ruckus yesterday.
So that and the large hanger branch (trunk?) that Irene blew down being brought further down, and that's about it.
And now that the guys are home from karate, I guess I need to get going. Lots to organize, manage and whatnot.
Fun stuff.
Ciao.
At least, when my mind reached its saturation level last night after a whole (whopping) hour of research, I fiddled around and managed to get an idea of what I'm going to do with the painting. It's going to be a lot of work, but I think it will come out far better than the original idea. Should I finish it, it will definitely be comparable to a 50,000 word first draft, if not a second or third draft as well.
I've run out of tea. I am not going to go get more. This makes me sad. Even if I know it's for the better.
Page is all chirpy again. I hadn't realized how long he'd been feeling under the weather, but the difference is so glaringly obvious now, that I wish I could have done something sooner. Granted, the first trip to the doctor didn't do much, did it? However, the antibiotics are working, and even though it's a sugarbomb syrup, he seems to have realized we meant it when we said if he couldn't behave himself, we'd switch the prescription to pills. There has been a slight rise in obstinacy and roughhousing, but otherwise, he's been pretty manageable.
What else... It appears Sandy did do a bit of damage in the neighborhood. One of the tall oaks outside our association boundaries fell into one of our neighbor's yards. Fortunately, it looks like it didn't hit the neighbor's house, though I have no idea whether it damaged their shed. The tree people were here making a ruckus yesterday.
So that and the large hanger branch (trunk?) that Irene blew down being brought further down, and that's about it.
And now that the guys are home from karate, I guess I need to get going. Lots to organize, manage and whatnot.
Fun stuff.
Ciao.
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Your paintings have been hung in my house and every time someone comes in the door they exclaim when they see them.
If there's one thing I miss about New England it's autumn, so they've been especially precious in our very dry brown and brief autumn season. But I hang them year round.... some of the most beautiful things in my home.
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I'm so happy that you're happy with them. ... Thank you.
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*hugs*