Hi, Somehow I thought, I think I could do this, give a lecture and show my artwork which shows the local musicians I have seen in Toronto. I sit and sketch the band, the vocalist, and then go home and paint them with watercolor. Afterwards,
The Queen of Jazz and The King of Flutes. for sale original watercolor,100$
I show the musicians and they autograph the picture, authenticity. so I could display 15 pictures and give a talk. I feel this is my way of honoring the musicians and giving them some thanks for their years of practice and working at their craft.
After my second lung cancer operation, I was left with only 30% of my lungs and I decided if I was to be a singer I’d better do it fast.
I saw Alberta Hunter in New York when I was a kid, before my…
I read a few pages and understood something better than I had. I made something to eat and I went mmmm, this is good.
I saw on National Geographic.com expeditions page a giant faceless whale, caught majestically, leaping into the air. Then navigating to trip choices a monkey-like creature’s face emerged from a ring of fur. Oddly enough it looked like it should have or could have been the whale’s head. It was so odd I had to tell you.
Now, this poses the real question, why? Another one of those blogger’s duties? My “who am I questions?” I must say exploring one’s mind, the universe, consciousness is not an easy matter, but so amusing.
By the way, has anyone considered looking this up? I didn’t think so.
Kate taught me to do improv and I taught the Bears. So before you enter the park there’s a 35-minute class and a fee. Have fun and remember, Bears, always support your partner. That means don’t eat them.
All three original paintings are for sale. 11×14″, mixed media, watercolor and graphite on paper. If interested please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org $175 or we can negotiate a price that fits you.
Can It go to Press without a picture of Samantha? I fear it might. It did.
Cindy sent Sam to heaven, my 12-year-old Springer. Sam became her dog when I asked her to care for Sam following my second lung cancer surgery and she was tired of her newly acquired mothership role and deferred freedom.
And vice versa I thought, as a non-preferred bereavement role hit me. Not even a farewell kiss or a party.
What a minute. She’s happy, you’re sad, too bad.
So no one said, Welcome, Home Babs or So Long Sammy, I Love You!
Jeanie a friend from Gilda’s Club called and said to visit because her cancer had gone to her brain and she had 3 months to live. After falling asleep time after time I finally left and it was far, very far away. After I arrived she took her pill and fell asleep but she asked me to stay and sleep on THE CHAIR. IT HURT MY BACK SO I TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN AND THE NURSE, saw and screamed.NO,No.
So I went to this room with a couch, A nurse gave me a pillow and sheet.
When I entered there was one white skinhead and a timid black man.They walked aggressively towards me, stood too close for comfort and accused me of theft, and trespassing. Ordering me out, they were right on my heels. I had a hard time keeping up, very winded, and then chest pains. No harm to them I was the trespasser, the invader. They didn’t stop until I was off the property. Of course, it was a large parking lot.
In the morning I called the patient advocate. I think I’ll call her back. It must be all the poisons in the BMO food, turns men into killer dogs, No treats for this boy.