Gin and Tonics

Yes, that’s what I’m drinking. And I’m just now starting to feel human. I am tired of snow, and of shoveling. My back hurts, and I’m sleeping. A lot. Yesterday, when all I could think is how much I hate snow and how much I hate being a “landlady”, I told Mark that I loved him, but I don’t know how I got here. He smiled pathetically, and pointed at the back door. Thanks. Yeah, that’s how I got here.

I bought a pineapple the other day, and Mark told me I should cut it up, it’s ripe. Silly Mark, thinking I bought a pineapple to eat. I did cut it up, but not before I did a few studies.

Pineapple study I

Pineapple study II

Pineapple study III

Many years ago, when I was working for my sister Jane, a coworker gave me a pineapple for Christmas because I’m a vegetarian. I loved it, and drew it many times before eating it. I do try to pick one up occasionally and draw, they are so intricate and interesting, a grid set on it’s side, I do love them. And they taste good.

Yes, the gin and tonic is working. I feel much better. I hope this entry makes sense.

More Bad Small Watercolors

Today is Halloween, and also my anniversary. It started with the sewer backing up, not a lot of fun. But soon I’m going out for a nice dinner with Mark, and things are getting better.

It’s time for me to write some thank you notes, and as usual I wrote them on postcards I made myself. The first two are thank you’s for Halloween parties, and the last is to let my friend in NYC know that columbine is a pretty flower, and doesn’t really just mean students shooting up a school.

Celtic knots

I’m working on calendars for my mother and sister for Christmas, and right now they are fighting me every step of the way. It is, of course, the calendars’ fault, not my inability to count. Anyway, when I get frustrated I turn to doing watercolors of Celtic knots. They are done on watercolor paper postcards, in ink and watercolor. I’ve just sent three to friends, and I thought I would share them with you.

What I like about them is it takes just enough creativity to keep my mind from wandering, but not so much that I need to think hard and figure stuff out.