Hello, my dear hearts! How are you? Wasn’t that a great summer we had? Now it’s back to the fall temperatures. Time to break out the winter clothing. I hope it snows red, white, and blue on the 4th of July. Brrr.
I think that the watercolor done by Mr. OrbsCorbs’ friend, John Nowicki, is beautiful. You can see Uffizi and Friends here: http://www.jtirregulars.com/2015/05/uffizi-and-friends.html I spoke briefly with Mr. Nowicki and he said the two most important things to remember in watercolor are that the color will dry darker than it appears on the brush, and let work dry thoroughly before attempting to do more. If the watercolor is not dry, it will just bleed in with the new color.
Did all you mothers have a great Mother’s Day? Señor Zanza and Junior showered me with kindness and attention. How nice for one day. Then it’s back to the grind for 364 more days. We should have a Mother’s Day every week, or, at least, every month. Moms work like crazy raising kids, but society doesn’t recognize it, only the mothers that have lived it do.
The ongoing tension in our nation over police vs. citizens is hard to bear. It shakes the foundation of trust placed in the police and encourages criminals to assassinate them. How the heck did we ever get here? We need to trust each other. We need to act respectfully. Mostly, we need to live honestly. When I was a child, we had the Secret Police. Believe me, we don’t want to go there.
I’m already sick of the 2016 presidential election. The crap will only intensify as we approach election day. And, most likely, it will further encourage the polarization of our country. Really, it bothers me that every day is like a war out there. People are no longer just inconsiderate, but now many are mean.
I had a “gentleman” block me into my parking space at a gas station. When he first pulled up, he stayed back. I took that to mean I could back out. But, as I did, he suddenly rolled his truck up to block my car. When I looked at him, he wiggled his fingers at me. I just don’t get it. Letting me out of my space and the lot would in no way harm him. But he pulled up to a pump just to be an asshole to a complete stranger. This is not my world.
The weather patterns around the world are not mine, either. Earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding, drought, and more. The planet does seem to have gone crazy. Maybe it’s responding to the vibe that we’re giving off: “Kill, kill, kill!” It’s seeped into our collective unconsciousness. You never know where it’s going to pop up next, but it will probably involve guns and violence. Mass shootings are almost a regular part of life these days. No one ever talks about “going postal” anymore because it happens in all walks and stages of life. That’s sad.
What’s also sad is that we’ve come to the end of another Zoltar® blog. You have no idea how much I enjoy your company. I love you all. Thank you for taking the time to read my blog.
Road Rage – Inevitable or not? MadameZoltar@jtirregulars.com
Watch out for everything and everybody. Take time to smell the roses (when they bloom). Never forget, uh, ahh, I’ve forgotten it. I love you.