It's been a beautiful weekend. The wind is warm and the sky silky blue. My online friends are all preoccupied with other endeavors. The freshly coiffed and perfumed type are more alluring than the heart to heart required on the net to even begin to develop a relationship. I am oddly relieved that nothing serious is developing.
I went to a concert the other night that left me in tears. It was humourous and nostalgic, with about 40 white haired men in tuxedos singing the classics. The crowd melted into giggles and guffaws as the sunglass glad penguins broke into Dooby Dooby Dum before performing a fabulous rendition of You Raise Me Up. It was a great start to a very nice weekend.
Today I finally dusted off a fresh canvas that has been leaning against boxes in the front closet. It's the beginning of a series inspired by Greek 101 at Sunday school. The teacher was trying to explain past present ant perfect tense. I suddenly saw something I wanted to capture on canvas. So I have begun to paint again. I will need to get out to buy more canvas to complete the next two in the series. I promise that if my daughters can explain this program to me I may include some photos of my work. It feels good to stretch my stiff creative muscles. Tomorrow it's back to accountants and lawyers. When we get older the weekends arrive much sooner than they used to.