Recharging the batteries

Hi --after the work week Saturday is definitely for recharging.
But this time it's not just a metaphor. The batteries on my
camera were running low the other night. I know I
should be more organized, but I don't like shoulding all
over myself -- so they weren't. Today they are, and whoee
what a difference. Me too. I wrote to/talked to/blogged with
friends and family today and felt a definite lift in my spirits,
already pretty high, but just socked after a big week.

We ended the day today on a magnificent/happy/sad
note. My friend Lisa's father died recently, and his
family and friends organized a memorial service tonight
-- actually a concert put on by the band he played with.
The music was exceptional -- that big band sound and
many wonderful pieces you would know if I knew the
names but I don't. Sam was home for the weekend, and
he went with us. Lisa's dad played the trumpet and so
does Sam, so it was great for him to see such fantastic
musicians play.

I was inspired earlier by my friend, Theresa Rankin,
who is such a magnificent artist and writer, and by
her thoughts on many things. I took myself back to
the canvas I'm working on, and got into the paint
for a couple of hours in a laid back day.

The Promise
acrylic on canvas
36 x 48 inches
Not quite finished

I'm not quite done, but here's a much sharper image
of my painting -- The Promise. I hope you like it so far.

Have an I'm-having-fun-want-to-join-me? day