I have been in my house for 21 days now. It has rained most of the time, four inches more than normal for the year. I have been working on the same painting for some time and must admit to unbelievable boredom where it is concerned (which makes total sense actually). I have only used two colors for the most part and, well, what can I say...I think it works, but it is tedious. It truly takes perseverance on my part to put the thing on the table every day. I can hardly wait to begin something new. But, I figure I am about a week out from finishing it. That is what I am telling myself anyway. So, what else have I done. Read the news. Washed my hands till they are raw. Washed down groceries. Facetimed with family. Finished a few books - four actually. And painted. Oh yes, and cooked. I don't cook. This has been touch and go: spaghetti sauce - good; pot roast - good; chicken - inedible. I guess two out of three isn't too bad. We had some frozen dinners thank goodness. We will continue to experiment. I do make decent bread though, so that has not been a problem. I did get good news when I received notification that my entry had been accepted in the Watercolor USA 2020 exhibit. That was a highlight indeed. The highlight today was that the sun was out, the boxwoods are trimmed and I can watch the birds at the birdbath from my window. So a beautiful day and a horrible day. I suppose that sums up pandemic life. Back to my brushes.
"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush." - Doug Larson