Steve was gone all weekend on a camping trip. I spent the last few days doing all sorts of fun things, like thrift store shopping, seeing Harry Potter, gardening, making homemade bath salts, and painting.
I have been teaching myself how to paint with oils for the last year or two, and I love it. It’s such a wonderful, restful activity. I haven’t had time or energy to paint in the last few months, so with all this free time, I sort of went buck wild. I set up a mini studio on the porch, which worked out well. That is until a random old man passing by on the sidewalk stopped for this lovely conversation.
Old Man: Hey…you painting over there?
Old Man: Bet you’re real good. Bet it’s real nice.
Old Man: Bet it’s as nice you.
Me: (pause) Thanks.
Old Man: You look real pretty today.
Yay. Do NOT get me started on the frustrations of pleasant conversations with strangers turning into creepy, inappropriate interactions.
The rest of my painting session was quite fun, and a much needed time of soul restoration. Here’s what I created…