Nights like this I’m full of inspiration. No energy to do much with it, but there is massive amounts of unpainted pieces stomping around in my head. Oh, yes and the usual dread regarding financial matters, student loans, doctor bills, etc, which is a given most nights.
I really want to make a pot of coffee, but I won’t.
I had an interesting trip back to Oregon. Never seems to be long enough to fit everyone in, including time with myself. I was happy to spend a couple days with my folks. I usually last about two hours…then head on, but not this time. I stayed with them. Felt right and we got along. I know many of you have been through this…parents aging. Some of you have said good-bye as your folks have passed on. I feel like I’m at the beginning stages of that process, which I’m not prepared for. I suppose no one is every really prepared for it, are they?
That’s all I have to say about that.
Jesus, I want a cup of coffee! I’ll just regret it if I go down that path now at 1am. Plus I’ll wake the dogs and LT. We really need a bigger place.
Some dude outside is screaming, “Help, Help, HELP!” I have no clue if he is serious. Not going out to check either.
We went to the dog park today. Another gorgeous day, sunny and warm – perfect dog-park weather. Henry Miller has been battling Heartworms, so he’s been on lock down for the last two months. No exercise or play. Ha, I think he’s trying to make up for that two months, because he played, sniffed, chased, humped and ran his little happy ass off today! Frida is like her momma; a totally nervous Nelly. Only a few sprints for her – then she sat under our chairs for the rest of the two hours. After the dog-park nightmare in Portland…I tend to freak out at the slightest growl. I can’t watch. I have to get up and walk away. Visions of bloody dogs being mauled stream through my mind. Can’t seem to shake it.
I’ll be painting all day tomorrow. Sketched out a few pieces this evening. Nothing cutting edge or wild…but I’ve got a few ideas of my sleeve. Time for sleep.