Tuesday, December 30, 2014

December 30, 2014

I am off from work this week, and at least I got through Christmas without being sick.  I think the last two, I have been, and I waited until yesterday to come down with a sinus 'thang' with a cough.  There were several people at work that were sick last week and I was hoping I wasn't going to catch it for the holidays.  I don't seem to have what they had, so I am not going to blame them, but its damn considerate of me, I think, to use my already-off time to be sick! 

That being said, I have time for art, because even when you were a kid, home from school, wid a code in da nodes, (sniff) you could color and draw, right?  I was in training wayyy back then!

Although now, it is interrupted to change batches of laundry and to make sure the dog goes out.  The difference between being a kid and an adult.

We had a green Christmas this year and the sun is shining brightly today, with beautiful blue skies.  I saw something on Facebook today that said, "Christmas is over, I am ready for Spring!" and that about sums up where I sit.

When Hubs and I were first married, I found a Christmas Journal (in one of those magazines that you get a million of at Christmas), and bought it with our name printed on the front of it.  We have been faithful in filling it in every year with facts about the Christmas, the synopsis of the year, and our hellos and goodbyes that the year held.  In fact, when we filled up our first book and I couldn't find another one, I made another, and some for friends.  We love going through it and reading about when we were just starting out, then when the kids came along, and the rundown of what each year held.   Today, I am going to fill it in for this year, we usually do it on Christmas Day.

Another thing I forgot to do this year is on Christmas Eve, is, we usually put out luminaries.  Must be that Green Christmas that we had that just didn't quite feel like Christmas. Well, its one for the books!  Literally! 

I found this online, and I like the blank slate part.  Blank canvas waiting for colors!  Endless possibilities!  Stay tuned!

Monday, December 29, 2014

December 29th, 2014

For a few years now, I have chosen one little word in the beginning of my New Year, (thanks to my friend Shells who introduced me to it) because it really is more reasonable than a New Years resolution.  I was skeptical at first but I enjoy the simplicity now.  One word. 

(Although, I did make a NY's Rez last year that I would work on the projects I had in the art room for 'someday'.  In this blog, I have tried to put the projects in here to show that I have whittled away at some of those projects.)

The way this WORD thing was put to me is; you open your mind around the end of the year of what you think your New Year needs to have in it, and usually, if you are open to listening to it, the word picks you.  You'll know it when you hear it resonating within you.  You will hear it multiple times. Some people pick words like create, focus, inspire, and relax.  Some use it in their artwork and root it into their world.  Let it challenge you to enhance your life.

As you have read here, a couple blogs back, I told you two years ago I needed SUNSHINE to be in my world.  (I think if you go back a ways, you can even see where I picked that word!)  I also picked it last year, but it didn't feel the same.  I don't think anything was speaking to me, and I may have panicked, and heck, it was a good word for me before.  (The word doesn't have to be picked before the first of the year, but sometime around the first month)

This year, I think my word is going to be LIGHTEN.  I need to lighten up. Lighten my load.  Lighten my worries, and lighten my clutter.  Let go and Let God lighten.  Lighten picked me. 

I know that once a room is clean, there is room for so much more mental clarity.  You know how it feels when you have just spring-cleaned a room?  Yeah, I want to feel that. 

Yes, I need to let more things roll off me. I need to take some armor off and learn to let things go. Lighten Up.  Give it to God to handle.  Take it off my shoulders.

And like half of the worlds population, I need to physically lighten.  I want to make better choices of food and get off my butt and take a walk more often.  Not going to join a gym or buy special food courses to do it, but walk on my lunch hour and just choose healthier foods.  Hopefully that will lighten ME. It is within my power.  Why not?

So there you have it.  I have three days to lighten this house of all the holiday goodies, (tee-hee).

I hope anyone reading this can pick a word of their own.   It really is much easier to abide by in the New Year, although I am not giving up on my rez from last year.  There are still many projects to do here that need doing, and I feel momentum has been good in that way.

I know Shells is inviting some art related One Little Word projects in the DLP 52 journalling group, so if I get inspiration about my New Word, I will post it here.  Stay tuned!

Friday, December 26, 2014

Friday December 26, 2014

I forgot to post the Christmas art that I did this year.  Every year I try to do one special 'card', not that I make cards and send, but I do post them and wish everyone a Merry Christmas and show it.  Well, for 2014 its this...
 Compiled from two barn pics I have pics of. 

While out shopping, I found some of these and had to have one of each.  Aren't they they cutest?   I haven't checked to see if they were the inspiration dolls that I posted about a while back that are supposed to replace the elves on the shelves. 

Stay tuned!

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas morning 2014

Awake alone, hubby and son upstairs still sleeping after 8 am.  I am up, having the cup of coffee with a Christmas choir singing on TV.  The dogs have been out and are fed, and back sleeping.  In the quiet of Christmas morning, I am hit with the ghosts of Christmases past, and future and of course, the present.

This year we are waiting a few more days to celebrate Christmas until our other son is home as he had to work on Christmas, and we are whole as a family.  Its not Christmas until everyone is here safe and sound anyway.  Reminded of those with family away, perhaps serving the country, or just too far away to make it home.

Reminded of those mornings where there were excited children tearing through wrappings and playing with new toys.  Ahhhh, the way times change, eh?  Its all about going down the road. 

Anyway, the shopping and the hype and all will be pretty much done after today, and we can set our sights on a new year, new beginnings and new sights.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all beautiful memories.  Make them and keep them!

Monday, December 22, 2014

Monday December 22,2014

Last I wrote, I was going to my friend, Christy's paint party.   Here is the painting we did:
I guess I learned a little from doing it,  but there is something off in it.  Perspective.  If its water, its going up hill.  The 'art teacher' that taught us said this is the hardest painting she teaches.  She taught draw line from A to B and paint it in thusly... but not sure I did it justice and I had more experience than most in that room.

Anyway, it was fun.  We had wine. Good night out.

Instead of the art I usually post, I thought I would post a short story that I recently wrote. 


The old man with the walker hobbled up to the surprise guest to the retirement home he now occupied.  Santa had just ho-ho-ho’d his grand entrance and residents were in line to sit on Santa’s lap for pictures.  

Eddie loved Christmas here, with all kinds of people around and the lights and decorations!  There were always visitors at this time of year; choirs from the school who came caroling, kids from the church and youth groups dropping by to make cookies or bring other goodies. Much different than the old days, Eddie thought.

Eddie used to own the bar in the small town.  For years, he kept his place open for those who were missing families far away and wanted somewhere to go on Christmas Eve.  There usually weren’t too many of those in this small town.   A couple of older gents who either were avoiding the hub-bub at home, and needing the ‘shoring up’ of a drink to face the in-laws again, or those who were just alone in life and were regulars in the bar to begin with.  Eddie’s place was their home and the regulars were as close to family as they got.

There use to be a kid that, from a year or two past legal drinking age, occupied one of the stools a few years in a row on Christmas and didn’t have another place to be.  Eddie knew this kid was a local and served his dad at this same bar for years.  In fact, Eddie saw this kid in here with his dad many times, playing pool and the juke box while his dad had a beer.  He was familiar with him and had watched him grow up.  And even knew his name was Randy.  His parents were divorced, his mom had left the scene and his father and his new wife were spending Christmas with her family, away.   His friends were all at family functions, so here he be.  Way too young to be here, though, Eddie thought.

Eddie served him up the beer and conversation and felt bad that Randy had no where else to be, because a good kid like him, should be somewhere better on Christmas.

Fast forward a few years,  and Randy eventually found a girl, and settled down, had a family and had other places to be for Christmas.  Eddie sold the bar and found retirement to be enjoyable and the two didn’t see each other again for years.

In the retirement home that night, Santa recognized that man on his knee, although the man had no idea who he was, as they both smiled for the camera.

After Santa’s pictures and visits were over, and he said “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!” Santa left.  The retirement home had a huge meal for all the residents.  Santa was invited back to eat, without the red suit, as a thank you for coming.  And he did.

When the costume was off, and Randy slipped back into the room, a few of the residents knew exactly who he was, and who he had been.  But from one resident, a joyous, “RANDY!”  It was Eddie, who was happy to see this kid again, all these years later, at Christmas time.  He gave Randy a quick hug and they caught up on their lives since the Christmases they knew together, so many years ago. 

The End.

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas, and I hope to blog again before the New Year.  If I don't have a joyous one, and stay tuned!!

Saturday, December 13, 2014

twelve thirteen fourteen

Today is Twelve Thirteen Fourteen.  That's the last day this century that will happen, with all the numbers in succession like that.  Realizing that just gave this day an air of specialness!  Especially since I won't be around for the next one.   The last one was before my Mother was born and my Grandma was 14.  Wow.  That puts it in perspective!

I haven't been doing a lot of art lately, and yet, I have been doing some crafty stuff. 
Nothing really braggable, mostly experimental.  I am going to a friends paint and wine party tonight.  They are really popular here right now.  Open a bottle of wine, and paint a canvas: girls night out.

I have done a couple swaps in my art journal group, and I apologize to those ladies.  I don't know if I just don't understand the art journaling well enough or I just have my head elsewhere. I think they are getting the dull end of the swap. The stuff they send me is gorgeous, but not sure what I will do with it.  But the dining table is full of that stuff as I keep trying to follow the crowd.  I think my calling might be elsewhere.

Christmas is going to be at my house this year which means the dining table has to be cleaned off, much to The Hubs' joy.   SO, I have to make room in the art room for it.  Oh boy.

My goal for the weekend is to organize the art room better.  Make room in there for the stuff on the dining room table and get the house spiffed up a little.  I may need more than the weekend!

I have been thinking about my ONE WORD for the New Year.  You know, you choose one word that resonates with you for the whole year and usually, the word picks you.  I believe I have found mine.  I will share it once I declare it for sure, but this one is following me around and not leaving anytime soon.

Last year, 2013, I chose the word SUNSHINE because it made me feel good and lifted my spirits.  This year, I chose it again, thinking I didn't want to let it go yet.  I liked that.  But it was a used word, and felt second hand and didn't end up having the magic it did the first year.  It was harder to use.  So, lesson learned:  the word needs to be new.
 See, don't these just make you feel like sunshine?  Looking out my winter window, I could use some sunshine before I have to give this word up for the year.

Well, I shall post the results of tonights party.  For now, I have taken a long enough break for lunch and have to get back to the art room.  (Fibber McGee's closet for those of you that knows what that is.)

Note to Rebecca:  I ended up putting the bow on the wreath, and it did come in tied for second in the voting.  The one that won was a FROZEN themed one.  Thanks for your comment!  I appreciate all comments!

Have a great sunshiney successive numbered day out there everyone:  Make it something special!