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| 5"x5" watercolor and ink on 400# paper |
Yesterday was my son's birthday and today I am staying at his house and watching my granddaughters while he attends a conference. It is so cool to get to do that. We live 2 hours from each other so we get to be together fairly often. He is a very busy man. Who would have guessed t42 years ago, that he would become a business person and I would be sitting on his porch painting a little watercolor of the village store across the street, while I wait for the school bus. Speaking of school buses, we lived in a school bus when he was little, with his father, sister and brother. Talk about tiny house living! I have to say I loved it while it lasted. Actually his sister was born in a school bus, but that is another story. Adam was born in Bethel, MO, in a big old house that had been sort of subdivided into 3 living spaces that we shared with 2 other friends. One was a potter and the other a weaver. Adam was born at home early in the morning after a ridiculously short labor while his father was going to pick up the midwife. Yes, it is true, I was alone, but not for long. Everything turned out fine, although numerous people have chastised my foolishness, I wouldn't have made it to the hospital anyway. We could have a long discussion about this, but I don't think it would accomplish anything, so I just hold my tongue and keep smiling. Sometimes I dream of traveling, visiting exotic places, meeting wonderful artists and others, then I think back and remember all the unusual adventures I have had and how wonderful life is now and I feel content. Not bad....Go Figure!
