Lunenburg (Sold)

Evening In Old Town (Lunenburg, Nova Scotia Canada)
(Sold)

I remember moving to the Maritimes 14 years ago. I stayed at a place I call the "Dog Bite Motel", while I waited to rent another place on the sea until the closing of the house I purchased.  One week in the "Dog Bite" and I truly wondered what the hell I had done. The motel was christened this as my amazing super dog Barclay, was lunged at by the proprietors dog. I was out gathering supplies for the tiny dingy kitchen in the place, and my spouse heroically, jumped in to save my "boy". He ended up with his arm in a sling  bitten to smithereens. As we sat on the couch, I watched as Barclay slowly crept up beside his newly found hero and gently rested his head on the big blue sling as if to say.."thank you for saving me dude". It's funny but this painting always reminds me of this. Don't know why....... 

An artists studio

My Studio or part of......

Yesterday I went on a hunt for a large piece of board for painting. I stopped at my local (Nova Scotia Building Supplies aka Castle Building and Hardware) store. The father of one of my students happens to be in charge of  that department. Talk about helpful. Not only did I sputter away about certain kinds of wood and boards not being suitable, but I continued  to use my own strange language such as " I can't use that 'cuz it's  too "warpy".  What an understanding man. In the end, his words were. "leave it to me". The next day two perfect painting boards were delivered by the kind delivery gentleman from the store (I  might add, with a huge smile). As I turned up my music to an extreme decibel, I primed them. All the while thinking, there are such great people out there! 

My immediate wishes and thoughts.

This is a doodle produced tonight as I ate my dinner. After being out today, and not paying any attention to the weather, I found myself having to make my way home in freezing rain, freezing roads etc. etc. I hate driving in nasty stuff.  However, I do seem to make it home without a scratch each time it happens. (as I type this my fingers are crossed. Figure that little trick out!)  All I want to do is slip into a huge bubble bath and get  into my wonderfully warm bed. Ahh.. the perfect end to a hazardous drive home!