New Painting finished

Water or no water, stress or no stress, I find I have to paint to calm down and reconnect with myself.  Sometimes even humor doesn't work for me. Bruce, I trust you and your wife are dancing up a storm. No. Scratch that. NO STORMS!

Anyway, here's another painting.

I realize it may not be to some folks' taste, but that's fine.  The yellow shows up brighter on my screen than it does in the picture. If I wanted to take the time I would tone it down--it is more of a pale lemon, like the yellow in the upper right edge and toward the bottom. And everyone's screen looks different, so it doesn't matter.  I just kind of like putting my pictures here, too... just to remind myself that when I am not writing, I am still pursuing art and something that satisfies me way down deep where I live.  This one is Heaven's Garden 1. Once again, I dreamed the painting and then dreamed another that is all the fire, summer colors of the garden. I'm working on another spring painting that involves daffodils and scilla--I think I will be painting dreamlike scenes for some time.

So. For better or worse, that's what I was working on during the last ten days. I am wishing you all a wonderful Easter weekend, if that's a religious holiday that is important to you. If not? Well, just happy APRIL. Spring for REAL.

It does not stop

I ran outa laughing... Well. Not entirely, but for now. The septic tank filled in three weeks. I saw and heard my ownself. Water streaming into the thousand gallon tank through the seams. So I have to have a grinder pump and hook up to the sewer which is uphill from my house and will require, oh, about 110 feet of hosing. NOW.

So.  If someone. I mean, WHEN someone buys this house, they will have a brand new roof AND one half the house hooked up to the sewer for them, though they will have the lien with the purchase. Still. We'll have done the hook up.

I want to hide. Good thing I got all that back disability pay so that I could pay for a roof AND a sewer hook up. Just how, precisely I'm going to LIVE if we do not sell the house in the next five months, now that is another problem.

So I guess the water gods are still displeased. I have rattled ice cubes in their honor. I sprayed myself with the kitchen sink sprayer and sang, "I love the rainy nights..." I ran around in the pouring rain and danced, playing my tambourine, and singing, "I'm SINGIN' in the rain."

I painted my "Heaven's Garden" painting in WATER COLOR.

So now I am washing dishes in my dishpan and emptying that into JAY's sink. (Different, fully functional tank for that side of the house.) I will do my laundry in his machine when he is at work, and then use my own dryer.

I will rock back and forth making random baby babble sounds.

And I'll simply hope I have the money to cover this and someone will want our wonderful 2800 square foot home with a beautiful bedroom plus office 580 sq. ft.  in-law apartment. And tiled/hardwood new ground level family room with sun nook behind it, plus laundry and full bath. With my gardens that I dug all by myself over the last twenty years. Someone. So. All of you please do your dance to the water gods dances, or, yes, go ahead and pray to Yaweh. Or cross your fingers...  maybe your toes as well, though that can be uncomfortable. Or just laugh along with me and hope I keep finding ways to laugh.

And I'll plug along. I don't think I will have to announce in the blog if the house sells. I think you will hear the whoops clear across the world.  Maybe I should go the gym pool this weekend...  Or the desert? Maybe I should work on my desert painting?

Oy.

PS

It's raining. We had slush. Yet we are hopeful... ?

I spilled a glass of ice water on the couch last night. Somehow I thought someone there might find that amusing. It also spilled down my shirt, which might be MORE amusing to MORE of you!

I shall now swim back into my reality. Have a lovely weekend. Again, thank you all for your comments.

I think.

I was actually telling a story and gesturing at the time and I forgot I was holding something. I know. It IS a bit scary...