Yearning To Paint

It has been six weeks since I set out a palette of paint and picked up my knife. I miss it. The painting is in my mind these days. My husband is awaiting a new hip and if I am not teaching, not feeding Molly and Xena, not walking Molly and Xena, not doing laundry ( forget putting it away), not cooking ( ha ), not minimally cleaning, then I am by Jack's side. Painting puts me in a zone and I can't go there right now. It seems too selfish.

I did enjoy a wonderful walk in the meadows with Xena. She is very nervous in a car, so I drove a couple hundred yards, let her out for a walk, drove a bit more, let her out for a walk. It seemed to work. At the same time, I got my painting fix. I can't wait to get back there again with Xena and Molly and my paint!