Abstract....

     There's a freedom in painting an abstract picture, at least for me.  I begin with a feeling and put brush to canvas or pen to paper.  It seems I have done this my whole life, at first on scraps of paper, then using paint. There are no rules. I simply paint what I feel, not knowing from the first brush stroke to the last how it will turn out, if it will be appealing to the eye or what a person might see in it. Really, I just do it for myself. I don't have to worry about realism, or perspective. It is what it is. It comes from inside, releasing something from some unknown place. That's the joy of abstract.

Thought Waves

Victory!

     I approached it cautiously, wondering if I had a chance of success.  I surveyed the situation, and knew that there was only one choice for me.  I had to attempt it.  Its hulk stood before me, daring me to try, knowing it would take everything I had to do the impossible.  C'mon, I encouraged myself.  You can do it! You are Super Grammy! Yeah! Right! Oh well. I reached out, took a deep breath and grabbed ahold of the green monster. I heaved, and it didn't move.  It weighed a lot more than I.  I tried again, striking out with a quick kick to its body, which resulted only in one sore foot. I moved back from its grip, then with all the force I could muster, I twisted it, trying to throw it on its side. I moved it, but it struggled to hold its ground.  I was getting angry and I tried again, flipping it over enough for it to loose its balance then I quickly pulled it the other way.  It was beginning to give ground, and I kept at it, at one point almost lifting it off the snow.  Then I dragged it toward me, the heady feeling of success driving me to keep trying.  I pulled, I slipped, I jerked, I slipped, I pulled again, until at last I had the victory.  I had pulled the Green Bin Monster out of the snowbank, over the ice and snow in the driveway, to the curb for pickup.........I'm pooped, but I did  it.

A different time..

     I usually blog in the evening, but decided today that I would do it earlier in the day, perhaps when I'm a little more alert.  My granddaughter Rae thought I needed to update this blog, so here I am.
     There is not much new up on the mountain.  The snow piles in the yard where the driveway has been plowed, are getting bigger and bigger.  My hope is that when the thaw comes, all that snow won't end up in my basement.  It has happened before and it is no fun.  Two feet of water on the basement floor is more than a headache. 

Sadie is not impressed!

     The look on Sadie's face says, "Don't you dare suggest I go outside!  I can hold it for hours if I have to!"

There have been days when she could not even get off the porch, and I had to get the broom and provide an area for her.  She much prefers her bed. I don't know how many hours a day a dog can sleep, but dear Sadie does her fair share.  She spends most of her time in her bed or on the floor beside me, while I'm doing whatever...painting, blogging, writing, and watching.  She's definitely my shadow, my buddy.

     I am going to go to Rae's basketball game later today.  She is a talented player and I love to watch her on the floor.  She also plays volleyball. I'll travel with her Mom and sister Lindsay.  I could drive myself, but it's more fun to go with them.  Lindsay is younger, and isn't in sports at this time, though she used to play basketball and soccer, and might play baseball this coming summer. I think maybe she's trying to discover where her interests really lie.  If I could bottle all the energy those girls have, I be all set.

     As a last thought, I wonder what is going to happen in Egypt next?  They are celebrating now.

     

Just Some Rambling Thoughts...

     I sit, and I think, there is so much you could be doing.  Why aren't you doing something?
Well, if I knew the answer to that, I would be doing something!  I have projects to work on, including painting a sign for a local community centre, that will take several hours of work.  However, inertia has settled in, and getting busy at anything is a major problem for me.
     I have set goals for myself, not difficult ones, really, and yet there are days when the only energy I can muster is just enought to gaze out the window, lost in thoughts that don't have much substance, and watching the birds.
     Then, there are other days when goals are met fairly easily, but those days are unfortunately very few.  There is always something that seems to interfere with accomplishing what I might set out to do in the morning.  That can be anything from procrastination, lack of ambition, mental fog, to actual problems like needing a litre of milk, and not being able to get out of the driveway.
     Whether it is allowing depressing thoughts to take hold, or the fibromyalgia flare, or the long winter and the weather, or a combination of all, some days I feel like I don't accomplish anything.
     Oh well, at least I have written this.  That's something.  It is one of my goals......

The Day After

     The snow fell yesterday afternoon and evening, and this morning it was even with my back porch, so there was at least 35-40cm of snow on the ground, more where the wind drifted it in.  There was no way I could get to the feeder today.  My daughter says she'll come tomorrow and dig a path to it.  I had put out extra feed yesterday before the storm, and the birds happily cleared away the white stuff on the feeder to get at their treats. It was pretty though.