It is my neighbor Bob Blunt's birthday today. I believe he is 83.
I had a great day creating artwork yesterday. I knocked out a couple four by six inch wash drawings, with coffee and watercolor. Plus a charcoal piece. All portraits of oak leaves.
Today I'll try one in the fluorescent colored pencils Carla sent me. That could be difficult getting the browns I want. They do not make fluorescent brown. Orange and blue. Green and red. We shall see what I come up with.
I need to e-message my dad and see if he can order me some watercolor paper. I have some high end 300 pound paper, but that is saved for more polished worked up pieces. The rest I used up.
I was thinking yesterday. Last year at this time I was so sick I, and hospital staff, honestly did not think I would have much more time to live. I know the cancer is a ticking time bomb, about to go off any day, but I am a month away from my birthday. I thought my last birthday was iffy at best, and now I get another one. Life is good.
President Donald Trump keeps insisting he won the recent presidential election, which he lost. We might be looking at the first American coup d'état.
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