The goal is November 3rd

Kuretake water colors in Canson Mixed Media journal

Dina's paint, stencils with collage and stamping. I wanted grunge.

For whatever reason, these colors appealed to me on Sunday

Kuretake water colors

I need to stop reading the news

Seriously I need to stop

No color needed

Cut up an old gel print to make the hearts

There are more pages than these from the past few days. I go into the studio, do a few pages, leave, go back. It is now the flow of my days.  If Gracie didn't whine every time I was in there for longer than 15 minutes, I probably would work longer.  But the Princess needs attention, and so it goes.

Never having lived through a pandemic before, I am beginning to realize the adverse mental and emotional effects this time will have on all of us long term. The mind boggles. I had a long phone conversation with a woman who was a fitness class participant until March 13th. She sees some of her grown children and grandchildren through the window. Her children do not want to inadvertently transmit something to her, so they wave at the windows. This woman came to the fitness center Monday through Friday, and now that is gone. No senior classes are being held, her family has forbid her from joining again. She is a Catholic, but watches services on television, too afraid to attend in person. She misses everyone terribly. And it broke my heart to hear that anguish in her voice.

We all need to stay in touch with people who are isolated. They are the most at risk. I am grateful I have a wide circle of people who check in with me. Not just to see how I am, but for me to hear their voices as well. To talk about fears, and idiots who refuse to wear a mask, and the young ones. We will get through this time. We will survive. And yes, we are all voting on November 3rd.
Linda