Things that happened while writing my first post.
I had to stop and look at this cool praying mantis by my back door.
As soon as I logged onto blogspot and set up the blog, my husband came into the room where I was sitting and made five phone calls. In a row. He talked loud. And then he turned on ESPN. He told me how his fantasy football team was doing and that he was worried about a friend. He asked me what I was doing.
I moved with my laptop to the kitchen. My daughter came in and said, "What are you doing?" She told me about where she had just been (to learn about a college) and about the tough Calculus problem she was trying to solve.
My mother called. She said she was at a Peter Frampton concert, even though she is 70 years old. She said she remembered when I played those songs OVER AND OVER in my room. She held the phone up so I could hear. Then she said she had to get back to the concert, intermission was over.
I typed an email to my friend Carroll and thanked her for encouraging me to start a blog, even though I had only written half a sentence. She wrote back an encouraging note. What would we middle-aged women be without girlfriends?
My son came in the room. He said, "What are you doing?" I told him. He made cookies and washed the pans and then asked to be tucked in. Which he still likes me to do sometimes, even though he is 15. I love that.
OK, I admit it. I love life interruptus and I got the post written anyway.
OK... I'm cracking up over the painting story. And, you're right, the painting is pretty awful, but, hey, you learned some REALLY important things about yourself -- only some of which had to do with watercolor. Heck, I'm impressed you had the courage to take the class -- I'm still afraid to pick up a paintbrush! You've definitely inspired me -- I think I can do at least THAT well... Love ya!
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