This is the latest attempt to regain my expertise in watercolor. I'm getting there, I think. This is from a photo I took down on the beach below my house....I don't remember when, but I was obviously walking under my own steam, so it was at least two years ago. My hip surgery has been postponed yet again, so I guess I will be grounded for the foreseeable future. I am not upset by this development, since having surgery during this pandemic is a risk I don't really want to take. I am so used to using my walker that it hardly seems like a handicap anymore.
I watch the developments surrounding our presidential election with some trepidation, but I have some vague faith that all will work out in the end. The only lasting consequence for me personally is my disbelief that the country could get into such a mess. I guess I could have anticipated that Trump would behave badly if he didn 't win the election, but not how badly. The other depressing thought I have is that so many people supported him and, unbelievably, still do.
Meanwhile I go along with my reclusive life, pretty much unaffected by anything that goes on outside of this house. I have my wonderful little dog to keep me company, my books and my paints to entertain me. I ordered a new Kindle which came a few days ago. I don't know what I'd do without it. While I waited for it to come after my old one died, I amused myself by re-reading "An American Childhood" by Annie Dillard. It is one of my favorite books of all time. My Kindle died in the middle of May Sarton's journal at 80. I look forward to returning to it where I left off, but I must say I find the woman a little unlikeable at times. So what, though?
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I love your watercolor. Glad you have a dog, too.
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