I started a post earlier today, got a phone call and had to go online to look something up, then I "Closed all windows" and lost my unfinished post. Duh!

I wrote about the painting I started. Too many lines- and I cannot draw or paint straight lines. I should have realized this was going to be a pain in the butt to paint after spending many hours with a ruler sketching buildings and chairs. What was I thinking? Now, I am unhappy with the ground, which is supposed to be brick- and I refuse to paint them, and unhappy with the composition. There is too much dead space in front and I somehow managed to lose the angle. (The image looks more horizontally spaced than angled.) I may end up repainting the ground.

My oldest sister moved to Indianapolis with her daughter and son-in-law, but I am not supposed to know. They don't talk to me. Don't they get it? I don't care!

My two sisters and their children that do not talk to me, after several decades have come to a consensus on why: I make them feel stupid. I don't call them stupid or negate their opinions. I think it is because we came from the same parents, but I finished school and went on to get a Masters degree when none of them even bothered to finish high school. They have never managed to get more than menial jobs with low wages, and have not been able to afford to buy homes. They used to accuse me of "thinking that I am better than everyone else" because I wanted more in life. Now, it is because "I make them feel stupid". (Sigh!) I think sentiments like this say more about them than they do me. All I know is, I genuinely feel less stress since I decided I would stop trying to get along with them, which in the past, usually meant being in the constant 'mea culpa' mode with them for some perceived offense.

I have so damn much to do. I worked on my painting today and even took out time to mop my kitchen and porch floors. Everything else is behid, but hey, I am in between newsletters and loving it.