I wonder today if age has something to do with the fact that it’s the 4th of July and I have spent most of my day on my computer reading messages and creating digital art. We did go to a small party at a friends but it was so hot we only stayed a couple of hours. Younger adults didn’t mind a bit, could have something to do with age. I took my little handheld fan but alas it has died and I am sad. It is the only thing keeping me from murdering someone when it is this hot. Now I will have to search out another one as my post-menopausal symptoms require it. People stare when they see me in the store with it hanging from my purse running at full speed, but I say wait till you’re my age and then we’ll talk.
I am so obsessed these days with creating new things, collages, digital art, ATC’s, trading online. I feel alone except for my online trading pals as I have no one close interested in any form of art. If I talk about it they look away and don’t want to hear it. My best friend calls me Martha (for Ms. Stewart of course). I know she means no harm but she and others don’t understand my desire to create. My dear husband told me today that my studio was a hoarders nest. I had to differ with him of course because I can still walk around in there. LOL! I laugh now at my calling this room a studio as if I were an artist or something but it’s better than “the man cave” as men call their spaces.
My youngest daughter texted me today to say Happy 4th and I was excited. She is the one who was born with a bond to me that no one will ever break and a giving and loving soul. She is the one who will keep me out of nursing home and take care of me (I pray) she is sensitive and beautiful inside and out. My oldest daughter loves deeply as well but has inherited the gene from my siblings who don’t show too much emotion, unless she is watching sports. Her husband tells us how emotional she gets over her favorite teams. She hates to be hugged and I make her hug me every time we see each other until she can’t stand it. It’s not as cold as it sounds it’s much funnier to see than to try to describe it. She is also a beautiful person. She is the worrier and pays for it in stomach ailments.
Well that was my day and it’s time to go to bed and wake up excited to do some art!!!!