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Nothing like a good storm

 I love a good rain storm when i can be at home and enjoy it.  A day like this, cold and blustery- it's nice to stay in my cozy pj's and keep the lights off, so i can see the trees bending outside.  I opened the sliding glass doors for a bit, to get that blast of freshness through my home.  I could hear my windchimes clacking loudly feel that wind in my face.......glorious.

I will do that again throughout the day, unable to NOT feel the cleansing wind and allow it to rip through my home and clear out the emotions that no longer serve me.

Yesterday i tried to call my daughter on video call, and my granddaughter answered "hello grandma!  I'm at daddy's house"...that sweet little voice.  She had my daughters ipad and i guess thats where the video call goes to?  I don't know, don't care.  I tried to call again, and my granddaughter picked up again laughing at me.  Silly grandma.  You did it again.

But now i know i can call her on the ipad and that makes me feel so old, and so happy at the same time.  She is no longer a baby, or a little kid, she is a child that watches movies that scare me too, and has opinions and expresses them logically......she is growing up so fast, and i stay stuck in the same spot.

It's time for me to set the standard.  Her mother does.  I need to as well.  

Then i tried to call my son and he didn't answer, which is sometimes the case.  I know he has a busy active life with his wife, and i try not to bother them.  But i miss him.  

Last night i painted with my watercolors again, and i posted my pumpkins on line.  I am so new to this, but i've watched enough tutorials to have a very basic idea that anything goes. 


Not too shabby for my first pumpkins.

Then i did mushrooms and they were not as successful.

One out of two on my first real shot is a win.

Today i will practice more and i might do some holiday paintings......if one comes out good, i will take a picture, then get postcards printed and send them out after Thanksgiving.  I haven't sent cards out in so long...........maybe it's time to reconnect to traditions.

Going to go enjoy this day of peace. 

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