We had a great end-of-winter session at school, which included kid-made Pleistocene megafauna posters all over the wall, a paper jigsaw puzzle of the Middle East that extended from the mud room to the stove and over to the primary reading area, and three days of Arab dance, complete with costumes.
At home, I mostly fell into bed and slept. But occasionally, I painted something entirely unrelated to work. The roses are genuine Norwegian roses, bought to brighten up a dark November Norway, and the forest path is from a walk I took with my rather timid pit bull, who, shortly after we rounded the leafy path, ran home to escape from the scary cow moos that we heard coming from the little farm to the left. I, on the other hand, stopped in for tea and a quick bout of fiddle tunes. Good times!
At home, I mostly fell into bed and slept. But occasionally, I painted something entirely unrelated to work. The roses are genuine Norwegian roses, bought to brighten up a dark November Norway, and the forest path is from a walk I took with my rather timid pit bull, who, shortly after we rounded the leafy path, ran home to escape from the scary cow moos that we heard coming from the little farm to the left. I, on the other hand, stopped in for tea and a quick bout of fiddle tunes. Good times!
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