Feliz Domingo

Left overs for breakfast some like it hot.. which it was first time around… but this I had chilled. Nice way to start a day.
This is what happens when you start to doodle a mouse, but are not really into it. distraction – big time – I was using charcoal, the actual piece (still at the church) is different, I used scotch tape to remove shading in place. I sent it around to friends, but got no reaction to “what happened” .. ok that’s not true, because they all answered something completely different .. and not related to the picture I had included
Distraction? We have a tendency to read sometimes., actually we glance at it, and then respond. OK OK not all the time.. but often. I do it, and I know I’m not alone. The only reason I worked at not doing it, was because I had a husband who having been an editor, was patient and consistent at pointing out to me how often people in his “circle” didn’t answer a question, or completely misread his missive. He was especially hard on the journalist he worked with. We won’t go into when he was doing government contracts.
Why do we skip over material, I have discovered that I have begun to skip over pages in a book when it gets boring. Or, the writer is taking to long to get me to where I want to go. How unfocused is that?
See I do know what a mouse looks like… I was going to doodle another mouse. like duh! DISTRACTION..
I’m suffering from Not In My BackYard…..symptoms…. torn…. church members and friends are being so helpful. I’ve gotten some good ideas. There are actually videos on YouTube. !!!! I’m learning something new every day.
Happy Sunday everyone! Enjoy the day. Tomorrow is Monday!!! focus, focus, focus.
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To my delight when I looked out on the deck I saw that a plant we had been nurturing for the last couple of years had bloomed. Wow… I had no idea, I found the plant next to a dumpster in the West End, looking very pathetic, didn’t know what it was, but I saw it, and another plant that looked like a vine, Liked the look of them so brought them home.

Somewhere along the way, I became a den mother to three dolls. I wouldn’t swear to it, but I think Tanya* had something to do with it. I went from finding a doll that kinda reached out to me, to have two more who like being dressed and combed. Do you think this has anything to do with as a parent I was a Mother to a very talented young boy, who grew up to be a gem of a son.
Three pounds of hamburger for $1.00