The absurdity of it all...

On Monday, this week that is, there was snow on Mt. St. Helena. Yesterday, it was 90 degrees. We went from tower heater to ceiling fan, fr...

If at first you don'r succeed, just keep pushing away at the damned thing.

This was my second ever pastel in my whole entire life. It sucked. Perhaps it still does, but I like it a whole lot better after just a li...

Things to do on another rainy day that was supposed to warm up, get sunny, and didn't.

I didn't exactly rise and shine, but I did get up in time to make yummy pancakes with cherries on top, then get to my meditation meeting...

Musings for (another) rainy Friday...

Well, there was good news. Sunshine, which has been in very limited supply lately, is scheduled to return in a couple of days. Very excite...

Spring, not!

Like a good student, I headed out into our frigid, rainy weather this morning. Honestly, what happened to Spring? We have been pelted with...

A day of service and love...

This morning, I gave a drawing lesson to an old friend. We drew an apple. Gee, it was great to sit down with my cache of implements and no...

Love for three apples, revisited...

I traveled to my hometown the other day and made a stop at the local Pacific Market, sort of a mid-point between Safeway and Whole Foods, to...

Done, done, and done again...

When I started this oeuvre, I was just disgusted with myself, and back in that place that says "you stink!", what ever made you th...

Raining. Still.

And my homepage cheerily informs me that it will be raining for at least the next four days. Goody. Meanwhile, on the kitchen counter, my ...

Life, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.

In defiance of the time change, I have been sleeping really, really late. Actually, it is a rare occurence that allows me to do that. Once...

Time flies, sometimes they take it away...

Time for my annual diatribe about the powers that be taking away my hour. Bastards don't even pay interest. They keep it for six freak...

Little pearls...

I have signed up to get an artist-a-day on my homepage, so I can gauge where I am on the artist wannabe scale. And, so far, I am nowhere, b...

Old painting, new lease on life.

If at first you don't succeed, just paint over it. I decided I really didn't like this painting. Too busy. To prosaic. Kind of n...

Horrible warnings, first thing in the morning...

One of the reasons I sojourn to a neighboring city to do my watercolor class is the quality of the students there. Here at our senior cente...

Love for three apples...

It's kind of a pissy day here in the neighborhood. I slept late, something I no longer apologize for as I lived with a horrific sleep d...

Pickle of the evening...

I quickly snapped this view of the Pickle as she reposed on the big dog doughnut the other night. They always crack me up when they lay on ...

This is more like it!

Okay, for a little while I forgot who I am. Then I started this pastel, and I remembered! I am messy! I am all-over-the-place! I am let...

Prissy little moi...

I have a good excuse for this rather prosaic little ditty I executed in watercolor class this AM; I had only been out of bed for 40 minutes ...

Oh, for that waistline again...

Here is the cowwoman at 14 years of age, about to toddle across the stage in her first heels for her 8th grade graduation. My mother didn...