Pictures From My Life- February 15

Pollen.   Not quite ready for it yet....but Spring is coming.  I chose this photo from my files because I LOVE black and grey with that shock of yellow.  Black and grey were the colors of my Printmaking Class.  Zinc metal sheets engraved.  Printed.  My one true love.  For a year or so--I used fabric to recreate that black/grey engraved look.  I found them in the Attic Boxes.  Pictures soon.

Today my eyes are tired.  Too much reading yesterday.  And I am still GREATLY perplexed by this new author.  I read Book Two first (you all know I don't like doing that).  And now I find Book One takes UP where book one ENDED.  It defies logic.  I was about 70 pages in and I started thinking--when is this????  And then I realized...it's what happens after the other book ended.  And I'm just sitting here saying--what the hell?  If I read them in order-- one then two---I'd already know the secret in book two--ruining the whole book.

So, I am reading.  Wondering if the stupid cop (who can't shoot his gun to save his friend's lives) will ever figure out his son Theo is NOT in his bedroom with the music blaring 24/7.  I'm not the best parent--but I would open the door once in awhile to just...check?   I finish what I start.  My husband says--put it down----stop reading---stop yelling at the book.  I have to keep reading.

Two nice guys are in the garage installing the new garage doors.  Somewhere around 40 degrees.  No sun.  No wind.   I think I might put some allergy drops in my eyes and find a cozy spot on the couch and rest my eyes.  I also have a cup of coffee around here somewhere to drink.

The news from South Florida (just up the road from where our first house was located) is ...I don't know anymore.  And our local paper printed a very long list of shootings (past and present) and the number of dead and wounded.  What has happened to our children?  Is it the video games? Does it numb them to sit in front of the computer and "shoot" for hours and then--when they have problems--just pick up a gun (houses seem to be full of them) and shoot.  Do they think life will "reboot" and everyone will be alive again?  I just don't understand.