Saturday, March 11, 2006

Musings



I have things to do and I don't want to do them. Well, mostly I mean work. Although I love my job, I hate having to go to work. It seriously interferes with things I would rather do. I would rather xstitch, or maybe paint or write. I meet with a group of friends on alternate Saturday mornings. We do a study, and are in our second year. Today, though, we began a Lenten study. As we discussed our topic, what it means to be People of Peace, I had wonderful ideas for poetry and watercolor. One of the ladies has suggested I should be writing short essays about life. She says I'm a wonderful writer. I just love her. I did anyway, but it sure is nice to hear comments like that. If I live long enough to retire, it would be nice to be able to continue to earn with my art and writing. Speaking of art, I had a brochure today in the mail about a Letters of Joy workshop coming up in May. It's geared toward calligraphers, and includes a lot of art classes -- many calligraphers like to do artwork to illustrate their calligraphy. I did belong to the Tacoma Calligraphy Guild for a couple of years, but found it too difficult to get to the monthly meetings. I miss it. I miss being surrounded by other creative people. The drawing to the upper left is a pen and ink I did several years ago. It is the old farmhouse my grandma lived in, where my dad and his brother and sister grew up. The old place is gone now, sadly. Once in a while, though, I still can smell the cool, earthen cellar where grandma kept her eggs. Each day she gathered eggs from the chicken coop, washed them, and stored them. She had regular customers who came by for them. There isn't quite as much of that any more.

4 comments:

Cassie said...

Is that house still there? I thought they had it torn down.

Kirsten said...

I always love your illustrations. I look forward to your letters to the grandkids almost as much as they do!

Cassie said...

time for a new post!

Cassie said...

getting a little tired of reading this post over and over every day.