Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Mama's Paintbrushes

These are the paintbrushes, cleaning/spattering brushes, and small tubes of paints that I salvaged from the bag I had put away in the bottom of the book closet. These are ones Mama actually used, held, and painted with.

Sometimes I think this is all I really intend to do: arrange memoribilia. It isn't messy, it takes up very little space and I don't have to expend a lot of energy taking the pictures and downloading them.

What I really want to do is: 1) retire; 2) play in paints (or keep pretending that I am); 3) read; 4) live in the country/have lots of space and solitary places to walk; 5) not feel so time-crunched (but #1 would take care of that).

Where does the time go when one is working? It goes on the paycheck, for which I am thankful. But paychecks do not buy time.


Martha emailed me this morning and asked if we were "in" about going to Hawaii, in the fall. I'm pretty sure we won't. Paul and I have already talked about going to Gulf Shores: it is nearer, less expensive, less stressful; I wouldn't have to fly.

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