Saturday at 3:15pm marked the end of my ARTT418 Drawing class. I can’t say I learned a whole lot more about how to draw, but I did get to play with pastels and have fallen in love with the medium. Thankfully, I now have 2 Saturdays free until I start my 5th and final class of the Spring term… ARTT320 – Elements of Painting.
Oh, by the way, the grade I received for my efforts? An “A”.
Aren’t you just so proud you could pee?
Yeah, me too.
Spring is a mere 13 days away, and as we will be somewhere in the 60’s today, I went almost backless today – as in I wore my new $190 Prevata camel suede slingbacks (that I purchased on sale for $45!!!) sans warming appliances. As they say, I “jumped the shark”, but I’m sure you understand – Spring can’t get here soon enouugh!
I just don’t say it enough. I have wonderful friends. This
morning could have been a real bummer — when I went to bed last night,
they were predicting the storm of the century. Considering its only ‘05
and pretty early in the century, this must be some storm we’re expecting.
And then magically, overnight, somebody upstairs, or where ever smiled —
now we’re only expecting 2–4 inches.
Delegatrix conspiratorially whispered to me as we were strolling into the office
this morning that she had brought yummy butterscotch “muffins” in
for us. What a treat for a yucky, overcast, its still gonna snow, but not as
much as we first thought, Monday morning.
D.C. finally got baseball back this past fall, and the region was all-agog with the news. I won’t go into the travesty, oops, I meant “deal” that Major League Baseball put over on the city. All that matters to the city boneheads, erp, I meant, leaders is “THEY HAVE BASEBALL AGAIN!
The new team is called the Washington Nationals – not a very inspired choice. This morning the local AM news and traffic station (Arbitron rated #1!) is crowing because their broadcast company has secured the rights to broadcasting the games on its sister stations. And that’s when it happened – the first utterance of the team’s nickname: “The Nats.”
Yep that’s right, the newest MLB team’s nickname is the same those almost invisible, pesky flying insects that we swat at during the summer months. Gnats – I can imagine little kids getting all confused about what their hometown team is called and thinking they’re just a bunch of no seem-ums. I can almost hear the forthcoming jeers the team will receive from other teams. Granted, the nickname is spelled differently, but who cares? A Nat is a gnat is a gnat. Didn’t anyone think about this before they named the team? Certainly, had anyone really thought about the entire deal, instead of just wanting baseball, because, well, darn it! they wanted baseball — the whole mess might have been averted.
Another case of boys will be boys.
With the recent spate of warmer weather we’ve had lately – (50°s and 60°s) I can’t help but be optimistic and hope the annual Freed Piggies campaign can get an early start, usually, though it begins mid-March. Yesterday, I put a tentative painted toe into the proverbial freed piggy waters, going sockless, but alas, it was a bit premature — my ankles were cold!(And as someone pointed out, verrrrry white!)
Soon, though, very soon — the warming appliances will be put away for another season and the piggies will revel in their freedom and ability to inspire with brightly painted appendages.
What rituals do you have that herald the start of warm weather season?
Just an amusement for an overcast Tuesday morning…
