Be home from Mom's about five tonight. We had a good two days and nights. She painted her buns off. I went frame shopping and got her a bunch of stunning frames. I am really glad she is painting again. Mom normally doesn't do potraits she is a flowers, beachscape, farmscape, and landscape kind of girl but I asked her to paint a potrait for me. She is going to give it a shot. I admire her willingness to try at 96.
Sometimes when I am at Mom's house I feel like I am living in another world. Makes me wonder if ours is the only world:
I think people are living in another world if they think I am going to pay fifty bucks for crappy coffee. I wouldn't pay a penny for it. Nor would I drink it.
And I also think people are in another world if they think men and women think the same and see things the same way.