have painted a lot, I love to see paintings of other artists do,people with cats, I never can decide which I like better cats or dogs. I have a cat that listens, a little slipery cat that weasels out of and into things. I have said this before but she came the day we put our dog down which was hard of course as that dog was also a pet that understood most of what I said. That comes from repetition. Ir maybe it comes from being simple. (not the dog) My husband would always say to her, go see the dog boss, and she would look to me. I ramble.
I need the garden, outside work, dirt, mindless tending of an area I know so well. We have a pending storm of up to 12 inches of snow, and really we need this but the bleakness of morning light on new snow that is heavy, hard to move stuff is not pleasant. Yet, it is another mindless job that gets me outside.
So I listen so sad songs of lost things and paint. Really the train of thought here is vague.
Too full of scattered thought. Like my faces the cats too look alike, maybe from the same litter.