Category Archives: Friends and Family

On Full Moons and Birthdays

What a happy coincidence! As luck would have it, last Friday (claimed by some to be the luckiest day in the year), 7/11, was both Roland’s birthday, and the appearance of the full moon, which just happened to be a “supermoon”.

This year, Roland said that a soon to be taken trip to visit our daughter, Laura, was the only gift that he wanted. Well, yeah, I still wanted to have something for him to unwrap on the actual day. So I painted. Two paintings.

The first was directly inspired by him and his comment about the trees vs. the dancers.

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And I did not even know about the moon until last Thursday, when I noticed that the full moon was near.

Apparently, It Doesn’t Really Take That Much Snow To Get Atlanta International Headlines

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Wow! Sometimes life really does get in the way, and it’s not just an excuse. Between the full-time job and #snowjam2014 (just one of the many names they’ve given to the debacle that just recently happened in Atlanta), I’ve had things to do. You know, I had good intentions for blogging on my days off.

Yep, I had Tuesday and yesterday off, and was going to blog, make some art, chill out and relax. And Mother Nature had other ideas. After running a couple of errands on Tuesday and finding myself warm and toasty at home around 1, doing a little painting, and then checking in with my boss. I was shocked to learn how close she was to my house. The store where we work is only 3 miles from my house, and it had taken her (ultimately) 5-1/2 HOURS to get just past my house.

Finally, she was convinced to abandon her car on the icy hill where she was stuck and walk back to my house. Her sister (who was also stuck on the same road) made her way to my house, and then we rescued another co-worker who posted on facebook that she was stuck in a hotel lobby, just a mile from us. I took that picture the next day… cars that didn’t fare so well on the icy hill.

My 3 friends were reunited with their vehicles, and, finally, their homes and clean clothes today. I’m so grateful that I was able to help them out, and also feel like Atlantans are some of the friendliest, helpful people in the country!

Here’s to everyone who helped out! And to the politicians passing around the blame… well, it is an election year.

 

Well, This Could Be Awkward

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So, I read today’s Zero to Hero Challenge, and it sends the challengees to a new link and suggests we participate in the Daily Prompt.¬†Okaaaayyy. Do I have a reputation? Hmmm. But first there’s a post I HAVE to post today, and it’s about my dad. Maybe these things are connected. I mean, I was a “daddy’s girl” and all, and yeah, years of therapy have taught me that many of the things that I’m about, my “reputation” as it were, have to do with things that happened in my childhood.

I thought that it would be hard to start writing this post. I wanted to set the right tone, without being shocking, maudlin, or look like I needed sympathy or condolences. But the reason I have to write this particular post is that today is the 23rd anniversary of my father’s suicide. Did you see the sentence above about years of therapy? For me, I mean. My dad was an alcoholic and we (my immediate family and others) are pretty much in agreement that he had bipolar disorder (undiagnosed). It was almost half a lifetime ago, and I’ve come to terms with it. So today, I wanted to focus just a little bit on something else that made my dad my dad. Gave him his reputation.

Dad was an artist (writer, painter, photographer, among other things) and he LOVED anything to do with aviation. LOVED. That was his reputation. He always had something he was creating. Always taking pictures, writing, and painting. Usually not all at the same time, but who knows what was going on in that always scheming and plotting mind of his. He had lots of projects. Mostly in the garage.

It was in our garage where he ¬†developed one style of artwork that was so identifiable, that when Roland (see new widget with my “cast of characters” in the sidebar) saw my latest painting, he knew the reference immediately.

Mine painting is much smaller, because my dad did everything big. He would paint a large canvas or board all black. Then take the time-honored artist technique of flicking paint with a toothbrush, and create stars. His piece de resistance was the planets. He would raid our kitchen “stealing” round items, usually pie plates, much to my mom’s dismay. I’m pretty sure he used oil paint and he would squish blobs of paint from the tubes, randomly on the bottom of said pie plate. Then he would flip the plate over, and press the pie plate to the canvas, slowly spinning it to create his planet.

He spent hours perfecting the technique of planet creation, and I confess that my planets were created more timidly. Ultimately, I just painted the circles. Sorry, Dad. The airplanes on my painting were originally drawn by my dad when he was in high school. I found the drawings in an envelope with some old photos, scanned them, and inverted the colors. The photo of the little boy in the plane is actually my dad, taken in the late 1930s. You can see his love of aviation started very young. So the painting above is a collaboration of sorts.

Today’s post is not about me, but my dad, and his reputation for a love of all things aviation and creative. Boy, I can only imagine what he would have done with a digital camera…

Happy flying, Dad.