ODDITIES

                                

Some of you asked for it, and you got it. Bet you are sorry! LOL! I finished it. Uh huh. Done. Completed. As I told Maryanne, I think I worked on it as long as Michelangelo worked on the Sistine Chapel ceiling. He got better results than I did.

I was in a funk afterward. Truth is, I like my painting better in person than how it appears on the computer. That is a first. I just wish it had photographed and transferred here looking decent. ::sigh:: Perhaps because it is such a small painting, it looks odd.

And why is it that we find ourselves pointing out our flaws or critiquing our projects or work? I know I do it an awful lot. I think I want to beat people to the punch. Maybe I think it will be less painful if I am the first one criticizing my work or myself. I cannot blindside myself the way others can blindside me.

The temperature here dropped to seven degrees last nite. Quite a blast of cold wound its way into the warmish temperatures we have been having. I, of course, LOVED it. I immediately got a raging fire started in the fireplace. I even slept on the couch in front of it. I think that is so comforting.

Then today started out on the weirdest note. I thought it was Monday. No one was home when I awoke, and I telephoned my mother to chat. She and I had been talking for a good while when she mentioned church. I told her I was so happy she felt up to attending a service, but at the same time I was puzzled that she inserted that into our conversation when she did. Long story short, it was Sunday morning, and I was flippin' clueless about that. I could have sworn it was Monday.

I have been having the most bizarre dreams lately. I have not had a happy dream of any sort for a good two years. I think it is very disconcerting. I dream every single nite, and I remember them. I hate that there is never a pleasant one. Example. The other nite I dreamed a man who loved me was kissing me tenderly, telling me how much he loved me, and apologizing for having to kill me. At which time, he gently sliced open the side of my neck with a huge blade. I slowly crumpled to the ground in the throes of death. That's a real upbeat dream, now isn't it?!!!

I do not USUALLY do Sunday entries, but then I do not usually think Sundays are Mondays, either. Now you see why. I am disjointed on Sundays.

And with that said, I am going to try to find something to do that will make me feel good about myself. ::big smile::

"One should never criticize his own work except in a fresh and hopeful mood. The self-criticism of a tired mind is suicide." ~Charles Horton Cooley