Another weekend is half over. It seems the days are kinda sorta running together for me. I’ve not done anything terribly exciting since my last post, although there was laundry day. Woo-Hoo!
AND .... I’ve done a little more sketching in my sketch diary. Ain't that a thrilling thought?
This sketch was by the pool. I edited out a bunch of stuff because it was too hard to draw. In case you can't tell what this is (and it's highly likely that you can't; I have problems with it myself sometimes), this is a woman (wearing an ankle bracelet; don't miss that bit of detail), with very short hair, watching her granddaughter swim, but I ran out of paper on the left and couldn’t get the granddaughter in the sketch. J Clearly, I need lessons here.
Can you guess who this is? Diesel and I were sitting out on the patio one afternoon when I started sketching him, but he wouldn’t stay in the same position long, so I took a photograph and worked from it, as well. I have to say I thought it turned out quite nice. The Man thought it was frame-worthy. Hmmm ...
Speaking of Diesel, here he is shortly after his bath today. His papaw keeps him in working order, let me tell ya.
Let's see ... what else?
Oh ... The Man played a round of golf today. (I'm in love with all of the Spanish moss that drapes from the oak trees here. I've seen more on this trip than I have anywhere in a long time.)
I decided against playing today and was the chauffeur and scorekeeper instead. I wished later that I had played, as the course is all Par 3's and Par 4’s—something you don’t find very often.
Well, I guess that's about it. Monday, Lord willing, we will be back on the road, headed to the next destination point. Since I'm not sure what that is yet, I will have to share later.
On a final note, I’ve been a little homesick, missing people back home, and that includes a certain little person, in a mighty big way, my sweet sugar plum.
I send her “Dear Ainsley” text messages every day, along with pictures to show her what we’re doing. Her mommy said she sometimes gets really excited about the picture, and always says "Diesel," when she sees him, although occasionally she still calls him "Deedul." I sure hope she won't forget who I am before I get back home.
She and her sweet mom send me text messages, too, and when she sends a picture (like the one above), I look at her precious face and smile all over (I mean how can you not?), although a time or two I’ve had tears in my eyes, as well, just because I miss my sugar plum very much! [sigh]
I’ve decided if I ever have a grandbaby, I may never leave town again.
Until next time, sweet friends, press on, and thanks for bearing with me in this rambling post.