Both chicken paintings are now “sold”.
Hold on, I didn’t show you #2 now that it is finished.
Here you go
I’m pretty happy and so is the private collector who has agreed to purchase it.
On to something new on Saturday.
In other news, it’s still fucking Winter. It’s cold, wet, windy and horrible and I am over it.
Yes, there are hints of spring. A few brave flowering bulbs making their way through the masses of weeds. Some trees are optimistically sprouting blossom and new growth.
I’m not convinced though.
And of course, as soon as the weather gets better, I will be trading some long awaited Spring for Fall.
It’s getting closer. We now have international driving permits. Simple process. A photo of each of us, a fee paid. Although we still have to carry our local driver’s license when we do drive on American roads.
I am making a “must do list”
There does seem to be a lot of food “must dos”
But I want to see a squirrel as well.
We don’t have those here.
So tell me, what else should I add to the list?
Remember, we have a week in NYC, a road trip from Phoenix to Las Vegas via the Grand Canyon and then a week based in Waco Tx.
I am open to suggestions.
I think I might have settled on my “traveling clothes” (I am a girl, it’s a very long plane trip, such things are important)
I even have an “adult colouring book” or more simply, a lovely book to colour while I enjoy those many hours on that plane. Colouring being the newest trend and an awesome way to relax.
I do plan to sleep though. I am lucky in that I can generally sleep when I fly. I will have books and my ipad. There is always the movies and food. As long as I can get up and stretch I am sure the 20+ hours from Sydney to NYC (via LA) should pass quickly.
One should not add the traveling time up when planning such a journey. And don’t even mention time zones and jet lag. At least there are no lengthy waits between flights and only 2 stops from home to hotel.
It’s raining again.
At least I am in for the night. And I think I can convince the hubby to go collect the youngest. (who would have normally driven himself to work except he left the car lights on last night and flattened the battery).
Feet are up. Dinner is done.
Time for The Bachelor. A girl is allowed a guilty pleasure like that.