My Harvest, Plus Patrick and Willy Yet Again

So, this is my crop so far.  My 2x2 foot vegetable garden is doing well except for the dill.  I stepped on the seedlings earlier when I was working on something else, which most likely is the cause of their demise.  The cucumber plants are growing pretty well, but I don't see how they will have time to produce cucumbers........we'll see.

A few minutes ago Patrick and Willie were lying at my feet so contentedly together that I had to take a picture.  Patrick is so jealous and aggressive toward poor Willy that moments like this are rare.  In fact, the reason for Patrick's presence was caused by my playing with Willy.  Patrick was upstairs sleeping on the bed and Willy was downstairs with me.  I took the opportunity to pick up one of the dog toys and start a game.  Willy loves to play, but he's not allowed by Patrick.  I tried to be quiet, but Willy started growling playfully.  Patrick heard him and started barking.  He flew downstairs to stop the game.  I prevented him from beating Willy up, but that was the end of it.  A few minutes later they were together on the floor, but I suspect that Patrick was making sure that nothing concerning toys was going to take place. He's gone now.

Boys on the Couch

The color in this picture is way off, but probably that is because I took it through the glass of the doors to the living room.  In any case, it's rare that all three dogs sit together, so I wanted to capture the moment.  (Benny is on the back of the couch.

Back at It

Here is my latest painting......I tried watercolor and couldn't get it, so went back to acrylic.  This is done on wood that I first painted my signature red.  I've done this scene before in charcoal, then pastel.  I used the pastel to go by.  I'm happy with it right now, except that I see I put the intersection of Water St. in the wrong place.  I'll fix it later.

This is the first painting I've done in a little while, partly because I have been going to Machias three times a week for physical therapy.  Since it's an hour each way, it takes up a lot of time.  My shoulders are getting better, though, so it is worth it.  It seems like my life is devoted to this end, as if functioning shoulders is all that matters.  I suppose it is a prerequisite for doing the things I like to do and therefore worthy of my focus.  Nevertheless, I would have been happier if the pain had gone away by itself.  I'm not sure if I will recover completely, which apparently is the fate of human beings as they grow older.  I never thought I would get old.

The Last Bit of Business

I thought I was alarmed years ago when I first started getting advertisements and pleas to join AARP...............evidence that you are statistically old is one thing, but knowing that you are targeted in the marketing group who need to make arrangements for your funeral is a little sobering.