Paralyzed From the Brain Down - April 3, 2020

To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.
One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. 

I'm thinking of downloading some filters for my next meeting at work and looking like the potato lady I can't stop laughing at this picture. 

And laugh…

Wintry Skies

This sky reminds me of my little watercolors. I haven't painted in forever, but the tug is still there to pull out the paints and pour out the water. Isn't it weird how you feel like you've just done something (painted) because you think about it so much, but in actuality, you haven't for more than a year? Perhaps that's not such a good thing. Thinking you've done something (which you haven't) keeps you from doing it...

Maybe I need to add another goal to my list:

Paint before the end of February. Post it here on the blog.

I read another quick book the other night: Claim to Fame by Margaret Peterson Haddix. I love her books and was excited to see another science-fiction-y type story out. The story is about a 16-year old girl that can hear everything said about her by anyone anywhere. That wouldn't be so bad except that she was a child star on TV and when the reruns come on (she knows the schedule of reruns around the world), she has to hide in her house - a house with very peculiar qualities. It turns out that her house isn't the only special one in that town and that she isn't the only person with these qualities... It makes for an interesting read - except that I can't tell if the ending is an opening for a sequel or was just a cliff-hanger. Hmph.


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