Sunday, Sunday

Photo: covered tray (used to be black), handmade cards and claywork

Mike is working on the taxes - so I am playing. It's not time for my type of help yet, he tells me. Errr?

Not to question anything, I played yet again today. I thought this is what retirement would mean to me - time to do what I want. I don't apologize for it.

Well this morning I didn't do what I wanted - I cleaned the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen. The vacuum cleaner is still standing in the living room. I got in a drudge mode and I needed out. I have this little system to make the beds, clean the bathroom, etc. I hate it cleaning - I mean with a passion - but it must be done - need the keep the house ready in case someone wants to see it (not in 8 weeks so far). I guess it's hope against hope.

Anywoooo - I popped in some Homicide: Life on the Street DVDs and I had my art mojo workin'.

I finished off the tray - I covered it in handmade paper. It turned out pretty good. I also had the clay stuff from yesterday. I made my weekly cards to Mom and my mother-in-law, Mary. I thought I'd be bold with spring colors.