Day 259. The Weight and The Pressure

As my friend Cindy says:  "Gawl-dang-gah-bah."

Or as the Rolling Stones sing in "It's Only Rock 'n' Roll, but I Like It":

If I could stick my pen in my heart

And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya'
Would you think the boy is strange?

 

If I could stick a knife in my heart

Suicide right on stage

Would it be enough...

O.k., I just erased my entire blog post.  I'll recap by saying, I had one "like" on yesterday's painting which I actually loved and thought was one of my best--I did see I had another this a.m.  Sometimes you feel like you can never do enough and others can never do too little.  I know, I know, you're never supposed to compare.  You're supposed to always be strong.  I guess I'm just not feeling super-sonic today.  Here's my honest, disheartened reaction.

 8" x 10" x 1"

Hmm.  Guess I'll leave this.  This is how I was feeling

From Day 59:  "Two Tears in a Bucket, Mother F*&* It."

Rolling Stones:  "It's Only Rock and Roll..."

I'm so tired.

Here's something to counteract the dejection.  It's for me, but hopefully you like it, too.
George Harrison ("Give Me Love, Give Me Peace on Earth")

Day 147. A Happy Bucket for a Backhoe

We have a new building being constructed outside of our place of work which we'll all migrate into in the late fall.  For days, there has been this steel bucket for a backhoe just sitting by itself in the mud, waiting to be attached to its big brother and be put to work.

Because I love quirky faces and happen to see them in everything, I took a picture of this sweet boy, hanging in the muck, and drew him up.  If I knew how to get the picture off my smartphone and onto this blog, I'd do so!  Instead, I'll wait until tomorrow and take another snap off it with my handy dandy Canon.  Baby steps with this technology...ha!

Well, here's the update with some fuzzy pics of the real life bucket.