My idea of photographing my progress toward recovering watercolor skill didn't really come off as I hoped. It's too hard to see the differences with such little pictures. Nevertheless, here it is. The last one is looking out my bedroom window, and I actually moved from my studio to do it, hoping that some of my troubles had to do with copying photographs or other paintings. I did manage to do a much better job, and was very encouraged.
Today it is pouring rain outside. It is cold, damp, and dark in the house. I wanted to make something wintery for my supper and decided on baked beans. I don't really like baked beans very much, but I didn't want to go to the store to get different ingredients. Corned Beef would have been good, or pot roast. I could have made some bread. My old favorite Arroz con Cerdo came to mind as well, but all would have required a trip to the market. This is how I disappoint myself at this stage in my life. I settle for the easiest path, so the result of most of my efforts is a diminished substitute for what I really wanted.
Well, the beans have soaked and now I must simmer them for an hour before I put them in the oven. It will be late when they are done.......perhaps around ten o'clock.
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Where's my miracle??
Jesus turned water into wine. I want a miracle too.
Perhaps the modern prophet should get a modern miracle::Turn sugar into cocaine. I'd hear from my sister then. "We're having a party. Come on down. All my friends will be there." Yea, I bet.
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