Hardworkin' Cube

Hardworkin' Cube

Have enamel in this one to give it some cool shimmer which the camera does not pick up.  I'm loving this little cold fellow.

Happy Cold, Hopeful March

It had been feeling a lot like spring at the end of February, and then today, March 1st, the month roared in like a lion.  Cold and some freezing rain, but still, a promise of life from the cold ground.

Canine Love Is Always Warm

Canine Love Is Always Warm

Winter Kisses

Winter kisses are sometimes cold even when they're warm.

"The tips of your ears are cold."

"Probably."

Three Deer

Driving home a new way tonight, I saw a wondrous sight.  Three deer crossing the road in front of me.  Such a beautiful gift from nature set against Her less generous gift of cold winds and swirling snow.

Watercolor, Acrylic, and Ink

140 lb. Arches Watercolor

Day 8. "Cold Germs" $25

Do you know how you can feel it coming?  Hammer pounding at your forehead, tired, weak.  You don't want to believe it.  You refuse to believe.  You start popping more Airborne pills in the hopes that you can avoid it...but you begin to feel those cold germs entering your body.  You frantically make chicken soup with lots of garlic and onions and some sriracha sauce to burn it out of you.  You feel yourself in a losing battle though, as you hear your husband, who got it from work, let out huge sneeze sprays that circle the house.  I tried.  I mean, I actually used a scott towel before picking up the coffee pot.  I washed my hands when I turned open door knobs in our house.  And then...I ate an orange (vitamin C, you know) while typing on the keyboard...a keyboard he had just been using.  The prior night I had sprayed it with antiseptic spray--no fool am I--after he used it.  But this time I forgot.  And as my infected fingers came away from my lips, I could hear the shower scene music from "Psycho" play.  I feel doomed.

I mean, I want to feel sorry for him, and I do.  But...I'm starting to feel worse for myself, knowing that the stage he's in right now, with those audible gasps of "uhhhhhhhhhh" after every nose blow, will soon be me.  In desperation, I untwist the top of a bottle.  "Oh mighty Airborne, save me from this dastardly cold fate."