Monday, November 20, 2017


I had a dream night before last. I got so fed up with the way Granny was acting, I just started speaking to Satan and casting him out in Jesus' name. It seemed to work and she felt better afterwards. Then, out of the blue, I was on sort of like a field trip or something and Nicole Kidman and I teamed up walking around. We walked by some waterway... like a river walk type thing... then toured a house and even walked upstairs then down. Then we were in a car. She was driving and I was in the passenger side. I asked her about past relationships and she was kind of vague but said something like "He just didn't like (this and that) about me. If you don't really love someone then you're not loving their heart either." She made a motion to her heart. Strange. She may have said she had a good heart. I can't remember. She mentioned my old company name and I was so impressed. She said she'd looked me up beforehand and smiled.

So I got moved up to a good spot in the Arbors at Canton! Christmas came early... again.

I'll be making/taking fresh cranberry and marshmallow salad to Thanksgiving dinner.

I'm ready to break down and paint some traditional "farmhouse white" furniture and let it go. Hell. And... I'm starting a line of hand-painted pillow slip covers...

Wednesday, November 15, 2017


Eating my golden-yellow toasted cornbread with apricot preserves.... I'm counting up all of Clifford's mug shots in his bright orange jumpsuit. Randy always said I was low maintenance and that it didn't take much to entertain me. He was right. Christmas came early this year as I just found out Clifford was arrested (again) just 2 months ago. I've had an absolute ball going through, with pen and paper, putting dates to all of his mugshot photos.

Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


Finally.... feeling back to the old creative me. The last few years have been gut-wrenching. Lots of bad decisions (for all the many reasons) being the main culprit. The last few months have been great catching up with family... but I enjoyed my 10-year stint of solitude also.
#It Feels Good To Be Me

Saturday, November 11, 2017


So Granny is out of the hospital again after 11 days of being in there acting like some form of Sybil... probably throwing her cutlery and crazy mess like that. It's always open season on any warm body that gets within 15 feet of her. I pray for the people who've had to endure it all. She's back to her plush nursing home where she can gripe about the breading on the chicken, lose more clothing because no one picked up her laundry or sewed her name into her existing pieces. Everything disappears one by one by one by one. Rita will probably have to make a trip to her house to get whole new sets of clothes and underwear for her. I'm keeping the gown she left here at my house. I like the cut of the neckline on it and it's ripped a little bit on one side so I'm keeping it. I deserve something for my troubles. I nearly lost my mind.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017


We finally lost Freckles. Little part blue heeler... probably 20-22 years old. Ancient for a dog. We took her to the vet yesterday and thought maybe she just had hip pain that kept her from getting around well and took her appetite away from time to time. She got a shot of pain meds that helped her a lot and she ate big.... but I guess it had worn off by the next morning when it was time for her pain pill. She went downhill fast and wimpered a little last night... kept going outside and died pretty soon after. This is that down-hill run with all of our old, old, old, old, old animals. We'll make it through. But I believe in so much good now concerning animals. I believe God spoke through Shawn Bolz about having the little girl's "Fluff Fluff" hampster in heaven with him and loving on him. A whole atheist family saved through hearing about where Fluff Fluff was... who had just died that day or the day before. The dad had told the little girl something like Fluff Fluff wasn't going to heaven there was no heaven/God, etc.

I loved Sherri's dream about her dad. I had one the other night about my dad. I actually had 2... and may have been on different nights. The first one I was walking down to my aunt's house back in old Chisholm where I used to live. It was dark outside and I picked up something that was a flashlight type thing. Then here comes a car that slowed down and the man driving tried to talk to me some. The interior light was on and he got out and kept asking if I recognized him. I really didn't but thought maybe I did remotely... but had to get on to my aunt's house which was what was on my mind. He just kept smiling at me saying "Do you know who I am?" When I said... Yes, I kind of remember you from TV or something... He would say "MmmmHmmm..." like he knew something I didn't but was willing to let it remain that way.  I thought later that that was probably Gus. Afraid to let me fully recognize him. And I believe he could do that if he wanted. When he died, I was in his room and picked up a tiny flashlight that I keep here. The man in the dream was older with white hair.

The second dream... strange. I was dropping off his body to be embalmed at some jake-leg place. I walked in to pick him back up and I walked in to a small not well-lit place... just like his apartment was. When someone showed me into a room, I realized I was in line at his "viewing". I panicked because I wasn't ready or made up to go to a funeral. But here I was in line. I got up to him and he finally lifted his hand and shook mine. Never opened his eyes... The other arm and leg went out to the side... like he was trying to be funny about not really being dead. I remember telling the staff that he wasn't dead. They thought it was strange and said but he's already been embalmed... There was an understanding that the embalming agent does the killing... and now it had been done and couldn't be taken out of him. I woke up in a panic. Not sure if this was Daddy's doing on this dream. I love some of the Saturday Night Live skits... so if he's seen that about me around here and tried to turn his whole death into a SNL skit for me.... it didn't work. Lol. But an "A" for effort if so.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


I've sold 5 originals each month of the Canton show. It's actually pretty good while getting to build a future clientele at the same time. Lots more smaller canvas in the future. Wished I'd even had more of those at Round Top. I'm starting to love smalls because with Granny finally off the plate... I had more time to be calm and get back to normal and just paint. It was nice. Everything is painting to me. Typing here; mowing the yard (painting the yard); I even have some things I'm "painting over". Didn't like they way they turned out in life and/or on canvas. We "do again".... paint over it. Let it dry first.

Saturday, November 4, 2017


I sold the 36" X 48" white fallow painting today. I had been looking on the internet for photos of a baby fawn... but when I saw the antlers of this fallow I knew I had to paint him/her. I loooove animals... but never thought I'd be painting wildlife like wilder animals...antlered animals. I've just always had cats and dogs. Then we moved here and inherited the llama and goats..... field rats, mice, ground moles, frogs, birds, hummingbirds, tree asps, snakes, possums, a road-runner who likes to get on top of the house, skunks, ..... what else?  Rabbits. A couple of extra cats.

I've sold church paintings and actually a couple of snowmen paintings.... so I'll have to paint him again since I've taken the money to duplicate him. I applied and was accepted into my first juried art show. It's not until next year but looking forward to it. I'll have to get a white pop-up tent.