she paints Boogie Boards
I paint Zen Chimes
we paint our hair
we are HOT
we have FUN
Jack loves it!
Go paint your life
Photographer and Artist of Mixed Media Whimsy
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
somedays are just like this
sometimes when I walk to my Moms house for morning coffee, three doors down, Jack greets me with a grin
and a story about the porch lizards and yard birds.
We sit for a moment and talk about the same story
we did the day before. {Lizard mating habits and bird territories}. After all, he is the "Critter Whisperer".
He talks gently and speaks softly to the local mosquitoes
and annoying no-see-ems.
but this particular morning he had a scowl. He was kinda pissed. My silly early morning antics did not amuse him.He declared that the next door neighbors were operating a Whore House. Four women live there.They had too many cars illegally parked.
Truth is, a young adorable-hardworking-engaged-to-be-married-couple live there. He is good friends and very social with them.
But not this day.
I tried to tell him that it is NOT a whorehouse, but friendly neighbors who mow their lawn, pay taxes and plan
to have children and build the white picket fence life .
He scorned them, saying that in his day when a man and woman lived together they were man and wife.
I reminded him that he LIVED with my Mom and LOVED her 10 years before they married. He did not remember that part of his life story.
Alzheimers is a confusing disease.
He was mad at me for the next few hours.
We choose to love, laugh and carry on.
Everyday, every hour is a brand new adventure.
Most days are familiar....but the whorehouse situation next door was a hard pill to swallow.
and the pills will become larger and harder to swallow...
as time goes by.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
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