Art week

When playing golf or a musical instrument or anything else, if you want to be good, you've got to work at it, and painting is no exception. In the last couple of years I haven't painted at all, and wasn't painting much for several years before that. I'm as rusty as a bag of nails left in a puddle.

This week Pam Scruggs and Annette Crosby and I are commuting to Moultrie for a watercolor workshop. We leave at 7:30 and get home late afternoon, and by then I'm so drained I feel like I've been digging ditches. Mentally wiped out. And this is the most time Jimmy and I have spent away from each other in eons, but he's doing great.