My Mother Said

There'd Be Days Like This, My mother said.  That song has been running through my head all day, expressing my frustration, it seems. I know life isn't just a bed of roses every day, but we like to think it is.

First, I thought my tomatoes and garlic in watercolor class were coming along pretty well until I saw everyone elses in class. Theirs were much better,capturing the true essense of the tomatoes, I thought.  You kinda get that idea when the teacher says," Nice". to you and,"Great!" to the lady next to you. Ok, I'll show it to you. I did learn a lot, though, and will work on my technique.  That is the last class until they get settled into their new building.  But, I intend to get better between now and the next sessions, I hope.

Then I lost a quality paint brush somewhere between the class and car.  I hate that.

I guess my frustration is more based on trying to contact some vital person for the recycling program who seems to be avoiding my calls.  She may as well give in because I just don't give up. In fact, I think I'll go call her again right now.

By the way, if anyone is checking, Michael said he is beginning to feel better.  Maybe, with some TLC tomorrow will be a go, after all.