Returning

 I was surprized to see this long abandoned blog site was still standing.  Too, too much has occured to even attempt to catch up.

Sam, Cassie and Sapphire are gone.  I lost the girls during the summer of the covid-19 pandemic.  So many lives have been lost and still counting.  Most of my friends have survived.  A few haven't.

Most of us have been quarantined for the past 13 months.  The entire world has been on hold; the economy and social structures are colapsing. No one knows how this will play out.  The uncertanty hangs over all.

Two new cats have moved in with me.  Meet Zeva,  a 3 year old Russian Blue who, as far as I can tell, has never had an insecure moment in her life. She's aloof and independent and typifies the feline personality.

 

This is Kuzya, a nine year old male, orphaned and unwanted when his people died.  He is timid and defensive, and not adjusting well to his new life.

They mostly hate each other, and neither are too fond of me.  This is very different from the cats I had lived with over the last 25 years.  A challenge for all.

crazy cat lady

sleepy time

sam and rocky catching some zees.

remembering bud

it's a year today that bud is gone. not a day passes without my missing that animal. i was blessed with him for 16 entertainingand loving years; from his birth to his death.
it's been a hard year in terms of learning to let go...

these are from the White Cat series from the mid 1980's.They are both 30" x 22".

i am such a bust at this blogging business. what kind of minds do people have who are always able to pontificate on any and all subjects? who are these people producing so much art with time and energy left over to tell the world. why is my process so agonizingly slow? bottom line: why am i so boring??? the age old question. rhetorical of course. so, since there's nothing for me to say i'll show some pictures of some early watercolors.

Homebound and cold

I've been at home for days now; at first really loving my self imposed isolation,but now beginning to feel a little too isolated. I've spent many,many hours at the computer and my head is crowded with the amazing array of creative individuals I've discovered. How do people create so much beauty on a daily basis? I am humbled.

My own creative path seems to be stuck at a very long red light. I'm not sure of the next turn, so I just keep going along the same road, but I know there's a detour ahead.

For right now, my favorite place is under covers with the cats beside me. Hey guys, move over!!