Dear Jerry,
I just finished that OER due the 6th and while not a literary masterpiece, I think it should meet the approval of one mark-to-the-far-right commander.
Yesterday -- or more precisely last night -- Sheila and I took an art lesson in oils. It was a semi-private lesson given by Mrs. Hurty. I didn't realize that one is permitted to use one's fingers when painting with oils -- but it was easy to regress and throw myself into my work, up to my elbows.
It's a seascape, Pacific Coast I would imagine. I got carried away with the clouds, but the waves are punky. Anyway, this afternoon I bought more equipment (about a lounge show x2's worth!) and am eager to continue.
The apt's a mess but Annie isn't here and I can live with it another day.
Sheila was here awhile ago bitching about having "the curse" and when I sarcastically said, " 'Curse,' don't you call it your friend?" She replied, "That depends on what you've been doing during the month!" Score one for Sheila.
The new major, Patsy Gibbons, arrived yesterday. She's very pleasant but hasn't worked in a hospital for two years (she was air evac at Clark). Therefore, she may take awhile for orientation (I'm hoping for two months -- I kind of like days after all!)
Our census dropped to one (1) today -- a D&C (dusting & scraping) who should go home tomorrow. It kills me to waste time in that hosp when I could be painting. (Now I don't have to buy new clothes -- we artists are always ragged and gaunt!)
The mean temp has been 103 degrees these past few days and I'm just waiting for some smart-ass to comment on my snow tires! My steering fluid is OK accourding to the man at Shell but the rim of the rt. wheel is bent. Can't win.
The roses are still holding their own. (I thought they were going to expire on the drive from McCaven home.) I keep them in the refrigerator and think of you each time I open the door -- which is quite often indeed.
Actually I think of you more often than that -- I hate to think of how sad I would be if I didn't keep on-the-go as much as possible.
I'll write your family this weekend and mail your goodies ASAP.
By the way, your thesis case will cost $2.65 under PAL (air mail) but it has to be packaged and unlocked. What do you want it insured for?
I haven't read Peanuts yet, so I'll close now.
Write what you can when you can.
Love,
Barbara
I just finished that OER due the 6th and while not a literary masterpiece, I think it should meet the approval of one mark-to-the-far-right commander.
Yesterday -- or more precisely last night -- Sheila and I took an art lesson in oils. It was a semi-private lesson given by Mrs. Hurty. I didn't realize that one is permitted to use one's fingers when painting with oils -- but it was easy to regress and throw myself into my work, up to my elbows.
It's a seascape, Pacific Coast I would imagine. I got carried away with the clouds, but the waves are punky. Anyway, this afternoon I bought more equipment (about a lounge show x2's worth!) and am eager to continue.
The apt's a mess but Annie isn't here and I can live with it another day.
Sheila was here awhile ago bitching about having "the curse" and when I sarcastically said, " 'Curse,' don't you call it your friend?" She replied, "That depends on what you've been doing during the month!" Score one for Sheila.
The new major, Patsy Gibbons, arrived yesterday. She's very pleasant but hasn't worked in a hospital for two years (she was air evac at Clark). Therefore, she may take awhile for orientation (I'm hoping for two months -- I kind of like days after all!)
Our census dropped to one (1) today -- a D&C (dusting & scraping) who should go home tomorrow. It kills me to waste time in that hosp when I could be painting. (Now I don't have to buy new clothes -- we artists are always ragged and gaunt!)
The mean temp has been 103 degrees these past few days and I'm just waiting for some smart-ass to comment on my snow tires! My steering fluid is OK accourding to the man at Shell but the rim of the rt. wheel is bent. Can't win.
The roses are still holding their own. (I thought they were going to expire on the drive from McCaven home.) I keep them in the refrigerator and think of you each time I open the door -- which is quite often indeed.
Actually I think of you more often than that -- I hate to think of how sad I would be if I didn't keep on-the-go as much as possible.
I'll write your family this weekend and mail your goodies ASAP.
By the way, your thesis case will cost $2.65 under PAL (air mail) but it has to be packaged and unlocked. What do you want it insured for?
I haven't read Peanuts yet, so I'll close now.
Write what you can when you can.
Love,
Barbara
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