Tr*mp. The name that won't be mentioned.

I'm not spelling out his name, because I have never witnessed a person more obsessed with himself, who is unending in drawing more and more attention to his constantly blabbering mouth that spews nonsense and hatred. The last thing he needs is one more person typing his name anywhere. I am completely embarrassed for us a nation, in the fact that not only he has gotten this far, but also that he has this wide eyed group of zombies who follow him and chant his name, while he finds new ways to shock, disgust, insult and degrade as many people as possible. He was horrible before, and now we will never be able to forget that he once came close to being nominated to run our nation. I hang my head in shame at how far we have fallen.

Anais Nin

“Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.”

Lewes Harbor, complete

Finally done - 12 x 20 oil, $825

These waters are now spilling over, due to the N'oreaster/hurricane that's currently here. Get your galoshes on!

In progress

Finally back to painting. This time of year (end of summer), my painting slows down. Not sure why, but it happens every year. Combine that with Daddy's passing, and the paint just dried up. I'm back to it now, and enjoying working on this one. This is Roosevelt Canal, and a place Daddy and I fished from many, many times. We'd launch the boat here and go out left toward the bay or right toward the back bays and canals for crabs.  Some of my best memories are being on the water with him.

Goodbye Daddy. I love you. Forever.

Rehoboth Art League Outdoor Show - this weekend and next weekend

I will be showing/selling this weekend at the RAL outdoor Show. Hope to see you there!

Random thoughts and ponderings

 The past month has been nothing short of a shit show. There have been some really amazingly great moments, THANKFULLY, but has been peppered with various piles of poo being thrown at a hundred fans.

I have learned to hate the way the Hospice Center smells. Great place, beautifully decorated. Smells like death.

The city of Rehoboth has its collective head stuck up its ass. Street cleaning, STREET CLEANING, of Route 1 - the main drag here, mid-day, peak season. Backs traffic up for miles. In 93 degree heat. For no good reason. If the cleanliness of Route is SO VITAL, do it at 11 p.m.,  not in the middle of the day. Just absolute ridiculousness. And on a related matter - DO NOT SEND THE TRASH TRUCK DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE BOARDWALK AT 7 P.M. IN JULY. Omg, I can't believe this actually has to be said. Really? The boardwalk is painfully narrow, and elbow to elbow with tourists. Hey, here's and idea....let's take the trash truck down it. Right. Now. I'm no rocket scientist, but if trash has to be emptied...maybe, just maybe, send sanitation workers by foot to change out bags and meet the trash truck at the end of the street?

I don't understand the "cutting" that young girls are doing. Maybe young boys are doing it too. Don't get it. I get the angst, just not that as an outlet. Please stop. Therapy. Meditation. Prayer. Journaling. Something as an alternative, please.

I have some of the best friends ever. They are always here for me and I for them. They have been my rescue net on more than one occasion, and I am forever grateful.

This is the song of the summer for me. Right here. KickASS.