Now that all their kids are grown, I hope to see more of both of them. In fact, my kids are grown, too...why haven't I been out to visit them in nearly three years? Because I'm a dope, that's why.
For the second year in a row, we've had a mild winter and an early spring. I never complain about such a thing in the midst of it but there are repercussions to missing out on several feet of snow and several weeks of below zero temps. My Mom always said mild winters don't kill germs and she's right; when winter is lame, everyone is sick. I myself caught nasty colds on top of each other, the result of which was a stuffed up head that lasted nearly three months.
Who cares? its gorgeous outside!
So Margy and Jeff were only here for three days but we managed to walk around Lake Harriet twice, have dinner together out at Mom's three times and on Friday, we visited the Swedish Institute (one of our favorite places, even though we're not at all Swedish). Over Easter break, Josie is the one who found out that the SI was hosting a show by water colorist Lars Lerin. We didn't have time to go see it then and Margy had said she wanted to, so we did. Unfortunately, Josie's back in school so she didn't. I hope she gets a chance to see it when she gets home for the summer, it was worth the price of admission.
Most water color is done in a fairly small scale but Mr. Lerin works huge. In fact, I've never even seen watercolor paper sold in sheets as big as most of his works. Some of them I loved; the value range was remarkable and the compositions fascinating but at the same time, I could have done without some of the extra elements he threw in, like paragraphs of written words or ghost images in the sky, which I found to be distracting.
As a fellow sufferer in the water color world, I totally appreciated what he was able to do in many of his pieces and what he was attempting to do in others. There were some that I could tell he'd never been completely happy with but nearly all the paintings had elements within them that I really enjoyed.
It made me feel like a lazy lump that I get my own water colors out so rarely.
That's just one of life's many little ironies: when you finally have the time to do all the things you'd like to do, you no longer have the energy.
I pretty much just want to sit and inhale the wonderful smell of my reawakening back yard.