Scene: Approximately 2005


The clock on the wall says 3:12. I’ve shed my retail smock for the evening and I am free, arms akimbo, to do as I please until sleep beckons. Only with this summer schedule am I able to spend my nights in the quiet, alone, painting to my hearts content and interrupted by nothing. As my next gig the following day, nannying, isn’t until after 1:00, I am free to sleep the morning away.


But for now, vodka tonic by my side, I slap paint on the canvas like a giddy child, savoring this moment to myself.

You don’t have to be Picasso to enjoy paints and canvas!

A few years later, I resume some painting again to soothe my soul and calm my nerves. I am now living in a delapidated mansion with two lovely ladies and one evil cat. I tend to leave out my painting supplies and canvas as I work during the days, and paint most nights that I am home.


I decide to paint something for my parents’ home in Arizona. I haven’t seen their new place yet, but I guess at the color scheme. I have completed it the day before I am set to go visit them. It is drying on the floor in my room, ready to be packed in my carryon.


Alas! that darned cat creeps its creeper paws creepily into my room and appears to pounce on it, spilling my dirty paint water on top.


THAT DARNED CAT!


*A big shout-out to dad-go-round for the i-phone photos he sent me below. Thanks Pops!

I managed to sort of fix it, but to this day it sits smudged and discolored at my parents’ place

By the way, it matches their place quite well if I do say so myself! Also, notice that the colors are the same as my wall hanging pictured in recent post “Hanging Garden.” Yep, leftover paints.

Were I to be that tray on that Arizonan table… beam me south, Scotty!