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January 29, 2013

Diving In



He’s off to North County for a couple of days.  I’ll be grabbing the moment to do some rewriting and continue my hunt for my old water jar.  Why do I need a water jar, you ask.  I need a clean source of water to rinse my brushes, to dilute the colors, and to wet down the paper for wet work. 

I need to do some not-so-original research for my “Book Report” on Hitler’s library too.  I wrote a small blog entry that will do as a starting point, but I want to expand on it.

Life is pretty darned good today.



  • Keeping those on the east coast in my thoughts.

  • Himself:  He’s lost 11 pounds despite his birthday dinner.

  • Herself:  Read news, swim, hot tub, post blogs when I have the time, read your blogs but maybe not note, write, lunch, paint, start dinner, read, eat write endlessly.  Tuesdays will be tight as I get out of the pool at 0815, and class begins at 0900.

  • Reading:  Galbraith.

  • Balance:  Today: Eating meals by myself with a book.  I love doing that.


  • 5 comments:

    1. Congrats to you on your day and to Himself on that weight loss.

      And wow! When you decide to vanquish boredom, you emerge definitely triumphant. Thanks for image of a lovely quilt.

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    2. Loving the beautiful quilt displays...Hope you have a wonderful few days for yourself and get some watercolors going.

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    3. I hate your ability to obligate your time so well...well, you know that I do not hate it, I do admire it immensely. You are in a very good place in your life right now it seems. Love that quilt, my favorite thus far as it looks like stained glass.

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    4. All these quilts you're posting photos of are absolutely incredible! Looking forward to seeing your artwork.

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    5. How is men can lose weight so much faster than the women? AND eat birthday dinners?! Nice quilts here and up there too.

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