Okay, I'll admit it. I'm really, really sick of gray skies and dirty snow piles. Although most of all the dirty snow piles are gone, there are still some gargantuan ugly remnants laying around. Where are the robins? I heard a rumor about one, but I haven't seen any yet. My hyacinths are poking little green spears through the ground. Good sign. The squirrels are playing tag up and down the tree trunks, but I want REAL Spring. 74 degrees and light breeze. T-shirts and capris. No salt stains on my truck. And Sandals. I want to wear sandals. Okay. I feel better. Not good, but better. I''ll feel good when Spring is here for real.
I've been gearing up on my handmade books and journals. I have an interview on Etsy slated for March 4, which will be showcasing my books. That's cool. And I've been doing small paintings, cuz small paintings have small price tags, and small price tags sell faster. I've got 2 shows lined up for May, and every Wednesday at the Toms River Farmers' Market for display of artwork and demos.
Life continues to throw personal challenges our way. My bro-in-law is facing the hardest struggle in his life, and there's no happy ending, but somehow we'll get by and we have to learn to accept the fact that it's God's will be done, not ours, and His plan is not always the easy road. Hang tough, Kev, we love you.