sun lights the dew drops in the early part of day spider web nearby
I made the fractal on June 14, 2022. The haiku was written by me yesterday, March 10, 2023.
Tomorrow morning at 2:00 AM we “spring forward.” That means, for those who use daylight saving time, it’s that time of year when we change our clocks forward one hour. Then, on November 5th of this year, we “fall back” by setting them back one hour. I really don’t know how I feel about daylight saving time. I could live with or without it. But in the end, I like having as much sunlight as possible.
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When I was a teenager, I did a lot of drawing with pencil, pen, chalk, pastels, and more. I also painted. I made a lot of traditional art. I was the president of the art club when I was in high school. I got to be pretty good and developed some nice skills. I even won an award from a congressman.
Sadly, after I graduated from high school, I stopped making traditional art. I focused on mathematics and computer science in college, but I completely left art behind. I stopped practicing my techniques. I have since moved on to digital art, but I no longer know how to draw or paint with traditional media.
The advice I would give my teenage self is this: “Don’t stop making art. Keep practicing. You can make art and enjoy math and computers at the same time.
If I had continued with my art abilities as a teenager and into college, my digital art skills would be even better today, and I’d also be able to say I can make traditional art as well.
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
When I get good news, the first thing I do is tell my husband. I also share the news with my mom and sister. Then, if I think other people might be interested, I post the news to Facebook and other social media sites, including blogs.
Here is a haiku I wrote today.
a few ducks lined up on a floating oak tree branch three turtles visit
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
There are many things on my to-do list that never get done. For the sake of brevity, I will mention just one of them in this blog post.
As some of you already know, I make art and do other creative projects. The art I make these days is strictly digital. However, over the past six months, I have bought a lot of art supplies so that I can make some traditional art. I used to make traditional art when I was younger. My problem now is that I can’t seem to get started making it. I keep making things digitally.
I want to use oil and chalk pastels, and make watercolor paintings. I want to draw with alcohol markers, pencils, pens, and fine-liners. I want to use my PrismaColor colored pencils, especially, because I bought the biggest set. I want to use my special art paper to draw and paint on. There is so much I want to do, but I don’t get it done.
This may come as a bad surprise for many people, but I don’t cook. I simply don’t enjoy cooking. I do sometimes throw frozen food in the microwave, though, if that can be considered cooking.
When I was growing up, my mom did all the cooking. She cooked everything until the day I left home when I was 19. I moved in with my boyfriend, and he did all the cooking until our divorce in 2010. My next boyfriend did the cooking, again. Then, when I met my second husband in 2015, he did all the cooking. He still does it.
I have tried cooking before and I’ve made some delicious meals. My husband John was very impressed and enjoyed the food I made. However, I am not interested in cooking, and I do not find it to be fun or enjoyable in any way, other than the process of eating the food afterward.
John is 31 years older than I, so if I outlive him, I will have no choice but to cook my own meals. I am not looking forward to that. But, I can’t live off microwave food forever.
temporary life fleeting moments flesh and blood spirit lives onward
I came up with a writing or poetry prompt yesterday, which inspired this poem today. The prompt is “temporary.” You may use it however you like. If you create anything with this prompt, I’d love to see it!
When I was a child, my mother and father would take my younger sister and me to see fireworks for the Fourth of July celebrations. I was not too fond of the loud noises because they startled me. So, I would always cover my ears with my hands to avoid the terrible sounds. The pyrotechnics were pleasant to observe visually, nevertheless.
These days, as an adult, I avoid fireworks whenever I can. To this day, when an unexpected bang is heard in the house as neighbors light fireworks, I jump in my seat. But, I still try to shield my ears. I’m just like the many pets that feel anxiety because of fireworks.
Luckily, I live in a condo, and the homeowners’ association has banned fireworks in the neighborhood. However, in surrounding blocks, some people light them, so I am not free from them entirely. The good news is that our two kitties do not seem to be bothered by them.
Fireworks are unavoidable. They happen every year and sometimes without warning. Occasionally, randomly they will occur throughout the year as people use their leftovers. It never fails that I get startled, especially when the fireworks are unexpected. I would be better off without fireworks, and I’m sure many furry or feathered creatures would agree with me.