Graduation day

It's been a long time since I last wrote something here. I'm seeing the same thing happening with my Journal. I used to write in  it daily and I would write a full page or more. Now, I'm lucky if I write a paragraph every week. Aging? Of course, everything is aging. From the time I get up in the morning with whimpers until I fall asleep at night with a sigh of relief. Maybe it's the drugs? I have this feeling that I would like to start this pharma experiment over again. Stop all of the various drugs and begin again with just one. But which one?

Still on the subject of aging; at 10 this morning we're going to our grandson's graduation from middle school. He's 13 and the our two youngest grandchildren are 11. In two years they will graduate and go on to high school. We have no babies to pamper! And all of this reminds us of how old we are.

Enough of that...We're still going to the gym on a regular basis and our mental processes seem to be fine enough. I paint all of the time but at a slower pace. I can't stand in one place for a long time without pain. When I paint with acrylics, I need to be standing, as I paint 'large'. I like a big canvas. 24"x24' at a minimum. My dream would be to have a 30'x10' canvas and all the paint I needed. With watercolors, I tend to paint 'small' and I can sit down to do that. Same with oil pastels. Although...painting a big canvas with oil pastels would be great fun! And expensive.

We had company over last night and I was very pleased when one of the guests took me aside when they were leaving and told me that he thought my paintings were beautiful. Now these were very abstract paintings and I had never heard anyone tell me they were beautiful. I had told myself that they were because I saw the beauty in them. For someone else to see what I had seen was most gratifying. And stimulating! I will return to my painting with a renewed sense of purpose.