Grrr!

I prop my paintings up with Michael's trophies so that I can view them(my paintings not the trophies) with a critical eye.  First, I look to enjoy the results.  Then, I keep coming back to them, critiquing how I can improve the flawed parts of the work.  I'll really need to concentrate on the trees for a while.  That means painting lots of trees, until I get them right.  Then I'll work on wharfs.

Went to Ocala yesterday with my friends to see the play Rumors by Neil Simon.  It is always fun to share a few laughs with good friends.  It was very funny, with well timed humor.  Only I don't think that the gray and dyed haired audience appreciated all the swearing.  It sure puts me off.  I don't really think it makes anything any funnier, actually. Simon doesn't have to resort to it.  He is good enough without the cussing.  I mean bad cussing.

I went for, what I guess more appropriately should be called an excursion this morning, a five mile run with trash pick up and walking backward up the hills along the way.  I really appreciated the burn my buns got the last time I did that, so figured it would be a good think to throw in now and then. You see, I don't consider another birthday depressing the way some people in my age group do.  Rather, I enjoy and look forward to the challenge.  Life still has so much ahead to look forward to. I just want to be ready for it.

I've started mini composting.  I'm keeping the coffee grounds and crushed eggshells in a small plastic container.  Then I take them out to my azalea bushes, dig a hole in the mulch and bury them.  We'll see how it improves the plants, over time.  I'll let you know.

Michael has a cold.  I identified it before he did.  That didn't stop him from an eight mile run, though.  Now I'm babying him by baking cookies and making him my healthy oatmeal. Air kissing going on, believe me.  I may sympathize, but no way do I want to share it with him.

So he shows me a cartoon this morning, referring to me.  The husband says,"You get more beautiful every year.  Just like fine antiques".  Grrr!