This is one of my smaller watercolors, I once painted for a women's conference.
Right now I've come to the point that I actually am talking to my blog. I probably delete this post the next day, because I'm really beginning to sound like a "groupie", and embarressed, because It's showing the beginning of my addiction. Of course, unless I get 22 comments - I live for them!
Anyway, today is a happy day, even though it's cloudy, and I am on-line - have been on-line on and off since I woke up. On and off, because I am trying out my new washer and dryer. I am happy as a clam, because I can tell it does a much better job than our old ones.
My hubby is in the peculiar position that some of his rich customers invite him to their 2nd house to install or do something at their house, and then host us at the same time in the weekend. That's how I ended up in a light blue jogging suit in a restaurant where everyone was dressed to the max in gold and red (even the men) on Valentine's Day.
Not to mention my increasing embarrassment, when I saw on the menu that the dishes started at $20. Just to give you a glimpse at what kind of a restaurant I was. Although our host reserved too late, our party was squeezed in-between, because they had just been there the week before. When we left the restaurant, of course, they gave the women a deep red, long stemmed rose.
Back to the washer and dryer. That was one of the reasons that we were at this couple's house. My hubby had to install the new ones. The old ones went to a relative, who did not respond, so after my hubby mentioned that we could use it, they gave it to us.
Now yesterday I just read a rant of someone blaming the rich for the state of the nation, and that the only thing the rich wanted is to put us back in the dirt like a worm, where we belong.
I think that's a bit generalized. For 20 years my hubby has worked for the mega-rich, and only twice he told me of stuck-up people. Regularly, he comes home with cookies that they baked, tickets for a ball game they couldn't use, or furniture, always several bottles of wine with Christmas and other presents.
Of course, they can afford it, but they talk with my hubby about their family members, about their physical ailments, their worries of the economy, having to lay off workers, etc. - very intimate and private things. To me, they are just people, like you and I.
See where I am now? My rambles get longer and longer, so I go off now, putting in my next laundry load :).