Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Mood



Here's a piece by by an artist, Blu Smith, whose work entrances me. I'm over here pretending to be a grown up. The truth is too tiresome to tell. But the man is here, and his gentle company makes me smile. And we're going out to dinner with friends, fellow empty nesters as it happens. If we do it right, the baby birds do fly.



8 comments:

  1. As long as you're smiling, at least occasionally. :) Hugs!

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  2. Post-holiday letdown? It's hard when the kids are gone, isn't it. But you're right; it's a sign we've done our job well. Hugs, you.

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  3. I recognize that "pretending to be a grown up." Hope your dinner with friends was delightful on this the first day of the new year.

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  4. I love that painting. Hope you're feeling better today. Take care woman.

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  5. Color has its own voice. That's for sure. May your new year be blessed, my dear friend!

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  6. we urge them to fly and then miss them when they are gone. at least we still see them. I think about when this country was being settled children left home never to be seen or heard from again.

    happy new year

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  7. Beautiful artwork! Wishing you and your family a Healthy and Happy New Year!

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  8. All the love, my dear friend, for New Year's and beyond.
    I think we are all pretending to be grown-ups. This may be the secret to life.

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