Ah sunshine, bitter cold, but sunshine nonetheless. There is a blanket of snow everywhere and I don't envy those people who are traveling to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with family and friends. I'm just happy my turkeys are submerged in brining solution, and the pies are the only thing I have left to assemble. Since I've been experiencing so much joint and muscle pain recently, I think it's a good thing that I won't be pressed to prepare much of our Thanksgiving feast - as my sons call it - in one day. Maybe I should start focusing my travel excursions to places that are warm and sunny instead of cold and rainy. It's terrible when your soul is one place and your body craves another.
Since my day is pretty much free, I think I'll try to put some finishing touches on the two pastels I did while in Virginia City. I'd like to start another painting while I wait for some photos of Scotland and England to arrive. I'm still concentrating on Italy but am anxious to tackle some of the compositions from our recent trip. Now the big decision is whether to learn to frame my own works as framing pastels can get rather pricey - minimum $250 and can go up, up, up from there. I must say that having the pastels back in my hand feels real, real good, especially after unloading a good portion of my fabric stash. It seems the more stuff I have, the more the stuff ends up defining what I do and who I am, or it is just a constant reminder that I have a lot "to do." There's much to be said for living simply, and absent of clutter.
It must be warming up outside as I see a Stellar Jay hopping from limb to limb in the neighbor's tree. I guess it's time to go spread some seed.
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