Thoughts for Thursday

It's a beautiful morning here in South Carolina. Coolish temps, sunshine, a light breeze doing its job on the wind chimes, and coffee. There is work to be done inside but not just yet. 

Calming down

After the shark tale, I felt the need to cleanse my thoughts. I've had a sketch waiting for the first brush stroke so I began a new acrylic project. A blank canvas, a blank sheet of paper, both so daunting and taunting. As though the canvas is saying "I'm still waiting... I'm not going to paint myself you know". 

 

No Fishing!

I watch a lot of live beach webcams. I enjoy watching the waves and listening to them as they crash onto the shore. There are often people surf fishing. Yesterday, while viewing South Ponte Vedra island, I watched a couple of guys reel in a shark. Now, their method for shark fishing is using a drone do take the baited hook further from shore than they would be able to cast manually. The drone drops the line and returns to shore. Eventually, a shark takes the bait and is (after much exertion on the part of the fisherman) reeled in to shore where the hook is removed, measurements taken, and released back into the surf. The first catch was a tiger shark and it was kind of exciting to watch. The second was a large hammerhead shark. Again, hook removed, measurement taken, photo snapped, and released. The THIRD was reeled in in the early evening and by now I'm sympathizing with the sharks. This morning, they're still there, having camped overnight. I can't watch any more. Florida is a horrible state. To be honest, South Carolina isn't much better but what am I to do. And with that, enjoy Memorial Day... unless you're a shark of course. 

MidWeek

Today is cheerios and watercolor Wednesday.  This week seems to be test Faye's technical problem solving abilities.  So far, I'm winning.

Refreshing

Coffee, on the porch, 63 degrees - that's what I'm talking about. 

My son took me to a paint-n-sip for mothers day and it was such fun. I'd always wanted to go to one of these parties but had no one to go with. There were about 15 people there, painting tulips and drinking wine. 

Update: I was prepared to write that the painting break had ended but after a couple of watercolor attempts, I'm more frustrated than ever.  

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Poets don't write about cloudless skies.

Songs aren't written about calm seas.

Broken hearts are the stuff of stories, told over and over. 

 

Welcome, May

For some reason, someone I haven't seen in 40+ years has been on my mind lately. They have been very successful in the business world, that much I know. But why they're in my thoughts now, I haven't a clue. 

Anyway, today is a beautiful day - sun shining, birds singing, a painting in progress.