My days are never normal. Normal, now that's a word. I should say my days are normal to the mass of normal people that occupies my section of the world.
I paint every day. I do what I can do for everyone else, complete as many chores as I can and then I paint. It's really that simple.
I wanted to make time for writing, too, but I just paint. I decided that's what I'm going to do. I would like to make some jewelry, but I paint instead. It would be so cool to do a faux rock patio floor, but, no, I just paint instead. Some times I work, too.
When I have work, I go to work, I do a days worth of work, come home, do some chores, take care of as many needs for everyone else and then I paint. I'd like to create some new furniture, but no, I paint instead. Some times I take care of my grandchildren. On those days I take care of children in morning, go to work, come home and do some chores, take care of as many needs for everyone else, take care of the grandchildren after school and then I paint. I would like to do some gardening, but no, I decided I just paint instead. Most days I need to cook. On those days I take care of grandchildren, go to work, come home and do some chores, take care of everyone else, take care of grandchildren after school, cook and yes then I paint. I would like to sleep once in a while, too, but no .............
How do you paint?
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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