Yesterday the dog and I made it to the park. Not so today. Black ice underfoot and crazy, wild wind. I used to think that people who went to Florida for a month in the winter were, well, kind of boring. Right now, I really wouldn't mind a little beach time. But Friday I begin a new class: painting in cold wax. I don't draw, I don't paint, but I need a push creatively so I'm going to take a chance and see what happens. Maybe the cold (wax) will be just what I need to get going.
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