On the Ball

 My granddaughter has a wicked, leaning to sarcastic, sense of humour. I think it’s an inherited trait.

When I had a major relapse of my MS last winter, I ended up unable to walk and in a wheelchair. There were a lot of changes that needed to be made, plus the healing of fractures from a fall, so I was content to be home, managing my transfers and spending longer periods in the chair.

Spring came with sunny skies, warmer temperatures and the need to be outside, to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Only problem was the 2 inch rise at the door. I would move until I met that obstacle and just sit in the open doorway. 

That’s where I was sitting one day as I said goodbye to my 20 year old granddaughter. As she walked down the path I called out that I’d gone as far as I could. She quickly replied “if you’d learn to behave yourself they might take your ankle monitor off”.

A smart ass for sure, she keeps me laughing.

To give her back a bit of my smart ass, I found an old picture of her and sent it to her with the following caption. “Always knew you had a lot on the ball”

A Matter of Time

 

My daughter said it was only a matter of time before I mistakenly used my coffee cup to wash my paint brushes. My supposed art table is very crowded. Bottles of gesso, matte medium, the one for brushes and the water bottle I never drank yesterday. 

I’m using an old magazine for a palette, easy to rip off a page at a time. So there are paint brushes and palette knives. 

Then there’s the paper towels and baby wipes.  If there are any painters out there, baby wipes will take off paint, so you can use it to lighten, or edit. Better if you seal the canvas first. I use matte medium to seal what I like and want to preserve, then if next bit doesn’t work I can baby wipe it off.

I’ve been painting like mad, with numerous works on the go, so have canvases all over the room in various  states of completion.  

There is a juried show in the local art gallery next month. I have entered this show off and on since 1987 and have always had at least one, if not more, submissions accepted.  

Let’s hope I can keep my streak going, and then find storage for all the completed works.