The Painting.

Awhile ago I noticed that there was a new painting up on the wall in the hallway( seen here) replacing the Jesus picture that used to hang there and I know enough about art (I studied it for 6 years) to know it was hand-painted, as opposed to a store-bought replica, and at first I thought it was from the 21 YR old because her paintings look kind of like that and it had that "familiar" look so I asked the 17 YR old about it and she said the second-oldest painted it!  It's interesting to note as well that all of the girls have talent in art; painting or drawing(or both) and one is also gifted at the piano as well and was already at grade 10 level ( teaching level!) at piano when she was still a teen and the 21 YR old is also a good writer, so creativity runs in our family and as for myself I have always loved writing, drawing and sculpting and I used to also play violin and guitar and my Babushka played piano and could expertly sew, knit, and crochet and her brother was good at piano and I also have a cousin who is a good artist (also on her side) so it must be inherited? That also reminds me of the one thing I've always wanted to do but never got around to doing: to get all the art we have that's just on canvas to get them all framed some day as I think the perfect frame does alot for a painting and just brings it to "life" and makes it "shine" although the 17 YR old disagrees and thinks it should be just left as a "bare" canvas without a frame but I think that makes it looks unfinished, untouched, still waiting for that final finishing touch to make it sparkle, to highlight it.

Most of the snow had also almost all melted but then yesterday we got this good snowstorm and yet there I was.....sitting out in the middle of this massive blizzard out on my front veranda smoking a joint without a care in the world as the snow swirled all around me not a soul in sight, utterly quiet, not a sound, completely peaceful, like Stille Nacht , the Earth asleep, the kind of peace only a stoner can contemplate; it was just blissful, and I felt so free, out there all alone surrounded by nature's beauty, until a couple walked by, coughing at thesmoke, ha,. ha) and weed allows me to go to a place where I can vibrate, pulse, go inside myself, be carried away on warm waves of pain-free peace and ride along a frequency not normally accessable and to those that criticize weed even for medical use such as I use, I used to think that sex was yucky and gross too until I lost my virginity.....don't "knock" it until you've tried it; you don't know what you're missing!! 😜

Last night watching the nightly news in the dark my mother snuck into the hallway as well and  snuck a bag of chips , cheating on her diabetic diet once again and when I asked her what she was doing she lied and said checking to see if the porch light was on! She's sneaky and just like a little kid or an addict! Can you believe it? She also keep adding Coke  on the grocery list for my hubby to pick up too I keep crossing off  the list and he's even had to hide his  cans of Pepsi out of her way because she takes those,too, but at least I know my caffeine-free diet cola is safe and she won't steal that because she thinks diet pop is gross. I also remember first being called "rich" in grade 7 but being called "weird" for as long as I can remember ( and always knowing I was ugly) but I never knew I was either  of these things until someone told me; I've jusy always been me, and I read somewhere that de-cluttering is an important part of a healthy and organized life and if that's true then my life must be one of chaos and dis-array, and even if I thanked God every single second of every single day for all of eternity it would still never be enough to show Him how thankful I am for Buddy, that sending him into my life was the best  thing that ever happened to me and exactly what I needed; someone to love me, and of all the things that could have been I wish I was happy....that,and pretty.