February 11, 2018, Prescott-
Thursday afternoon, as I was leaving work, I stopped backing out, on instinct, as a black SUV blew past me, in my blind spot. The driver of a red pick-up, who was a few car lengths behind the SUV, then began to mock me and, following me close behind, pulled into the strip of driveway to my right. He was laughing, and shaking his head, as I made room for him to pull around and find that…there was only room for one vehicle to turn at a time, whether right or left! He couldn’t have been a regular student or staff member; we all know this to be true. Grimacing, the hot shot waved “Thank you”, and made his turn.
Friday afternoon, I drove home from work and found my street was closed, a SWAT vehicle was in our driveway, with a half-dozen police cars and at least a dozen armed officers standing in position. One of the neighbours had committed a felony and was taken into custody. It was a matter of his having beaten his lady friend and allegedly threatening responding officers with a deadly weapon. (I did not see any of this, but I trust that it happened, as reported. ) I drove around the corner, and waited at the next block up, talking with other neighbours, until the operation was completed. Do the crime, and the time awaits.
Last night, I went over to a “Paint Jam”, at Wild Iris Coffee Shop. I was given a canvas, a palette, three brushes, some rinse water and a mixing plate. Realizing I had forgotten to bring a sketching pencil, my free-style painting commenced. It ended up, as a little girl who was observing remarked, being “a very funny painting.” My mind, after the fact, recalled several basic truths about the art of painting: Backdrop gets done first; remember how to blend primary colours; never, ever, forget a sketching pencil. A photo, to copy, is also a nice thing to have. Such are the consequences of not having painted a scene since sixth grade- 56 years ago. I am keeping the painted canvas, in a place known only to me, as a token of humility.
Do, and you will find out.