Art Storm

What went before ONE: So, I report a Tragedy. There was a traffic jam between me and home about an hour ago. So, I was forced to turn off at Gifford's Ice Cream and partake of a chocolate milkshake (yes, with whipped cream) while I sat on top of a picnic bench, and watched the traffic sort itself out.

Alas. O! Alack.

What went before TWO: So, sewing was fun; I got a good start on my next project.

It's going to be Summer tomorrow, really Summer on Thursday, Summer on Friday, and! rainy and cool on the weekend. Guess I'd better close the windows and crank up the heat pumps.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

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Wednesday. Sunny and heading for the mid-80sF/20sC.

Breakfast was the last of the noodles with an egg scrambled in, tea on the side. The rest of the eggs that vacationed in the fridge while I was away are on the stove for hardboiling, because lunch? Will be a summer meal: salad with tomato, and potato, and olives, and tuna, and egg -- I think that's all I've got that can go in a salad, but yanno? That actually sounds good enough to eat.

I slept long and hard, and did not dream of zombies, which has been the default for the last week, and let me tell ya -- I'm not a fan. I did dream of having to escape through tunnels, but I attribute that to the book I'm reading.

Woke up with a determination to, yeah, sign up for the watercolor class at the senior center. I mean, it's been proved many times over that I Am Not An Artist, but I haven't tried watercolor in half a century or so, and at the very least, I'll learn something about technique and philosophy.

I also have a couple of errands to run -- to the vet for Trooper's Special Sort, and to Uncle Dean's for some dried lavender, and to the bank to tell them that, no, I do not want them to just roll the CD-about-to-ripen into another CD of similar length, but Sekrit Interest Rates.

Then I thought I'd go to Agway and see about buying a rose bush, which has blossomed -- or do I mean exploded? -- into this notion that, since I'm so often at the back of the house overlooking the deck -- could I grow roses in containers on the deck, so I could see them from my windows?

The answer is -- yes! This is possible. I need pot(s) and probably wheels for the pots, so they can be moved at need; the deck is plenty sunny, and -- this is no longer a Case For Agway. So, I'm guessing I'll go out to Fieldstone Gardens and see if I can get the ear of an expert.

So that's the morning taken care of, and I'll be getting on the road as soon as the eggs are done.

Who else is Exploring Art today?

Oh.  I hung the plaque in Steve's office; there was space on the wall behind his desk: