Almost to my next goal, just .4 off.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Blood glucose: 131 before breakfast
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This has been my thinking through the years. Now I have learned to celebrate in non-food ways. I went out last night and bought a new lazy Susan for our kitchen table. It has a Fleur-de-lis design and I really like it. I bought myself a Complete Art Studio with an easel too. I feel like I have stifled my creative energy for too many years. I like to write, I like to draw and paint. I really need to set up an area of the house just for me.
If my husband hears me listening to the Bible on the computer, he will start talking to our pets and I have to get up and shut the door, so I can hear it. My eyes aren't the greatest and I listen to it being read online by Alexander Scourby and follow along with a bookmark.
My son's fiancee, my sister, and a lady at church have all done paintings. My parents had paintings done by Gustav Muss-Arnolt. He painted champion dogs for their owners. Our paintings were of a brook trout rising out of the water for a fisherman's fly and ducks landing on water. My aunt used to own a boarding house and the paintings were in it. I foolishly sold them for $20 with some other things when I needed money. Mom gave them to me when she sold the house after Dad died.
I don't have any formal training in writing or painting and drawing, but that doesn't matter. Mom used to order a monthly craft that was sent to her by mail and she did it. She had a spice rack that she painted a flower on. It had a drawer at the bottom and she kept stamps in it. She crocheted and what was supposed to be a doily, became a table cloth for a round, pedestal table, that had been Grandma's, that Dad cut down to make a coffee table. We laughed about how big it was. She could sew and cut down a man's suit to make a jacket and short pants (dress shorts) for a little boy.
Mom painted a claw and ball-footed tub we had at our old house. She painted the outside black and put gold on the ball of the ball-feet. Then she put decals of swans and water lilies on the outside. I always got compliments about our tub.
I know what my problem is, it is wanting to do something perfectly. Perfection gets in the way of so many things. I am not perfect. When I look at a Picasso, then the idea of perfection slips form my mind. He just enjoyed painting, that is what it is all about.