Thoughts at the End of January

Just ended a 3.5 hour conference call - mine, but at least I didn't have to drive.  Cannot believe the work day is already half over.  Only one more meeting to go.

I have been a documentation - requirements wrangler lately.  It seems to suit me.  I work later than usual to get some specs perfect knowing fully that I will need to re-perfect them again in less than 20 hours.  But I like to write.  Reading and writing drive my thinking process.  Don't they for everyone?

Not only is the day going by, but the month has as well.  The end of January 2010.  Did I even do anything this month?

In fact, I did!

I had several friends over during weekends.  I went skiing all day once.  I took care of my really sick husband.  I created a really nice mini painting in watercolor.  I ended my days at the gallery in Breckenridge.  I picked up my artwork from that 2+ year stint at the million dollar mansion in Breckenridge.  I started doing yoga again.  And I survived another yearly RIFF.

What will February bring?

I do not know, but I hope that March will bring acceptance of one or two of my paintings into a juried show in Evergreen!

The Pups

For me, life here revolves around the pups. Larry, the black lab, and Morgan, the yellow lab. They are both the same size and have super soft fur. Larry is afraid of the sound of water, wind, movies, of course thunder. Morgan sleeps on the guest bed when we're home. They are not perfect.

I cannot imagine life without them! But they are coming up on their twilight years quickly. Much too quickly. I am just beginning to learn how to communicate with them, bridge the inter-species communication gap!

For instance, for the past month, Morgan has been whining at my husband and I every night around 8:30. I write 'whining at' because she directly aims her noise right at you, in your face while wagging her tail - as if that makes it any more pleasing. Her whining is more like high pitched whistles through her nose, and as she grows more fervent, she might open her mouth a little and make a little barky howl at the end of her- um - musical complaint. She does all of this while standing or sitting in front of you, and if you succeed in getting her to lie down, she does so with a huge groan of disparagement.

Such an emotive and expressive dog, I have never met. Maybe she has the artist's temperament. We did not know what had caused this sudden onset of whining and groaning - she is long past the teen-age years!

Last night, I decided to move their dog beds beside the fireplace closer to the couches where I sit. 8:30 rolled around....then 9, then 9:30....nothing, she was sound asleep. I think I may have decoded the Morgy mystery.

Sea-Poppies and new watercolor

 

o christmas tree