View from the couch where I read books and watch sports commentary. There used to be a framed watercolor over the desk but we took all the art off the walls when we got this room painted. Just before COVID arrived in March to change us forever.
I think the watercolor is in the bookcase leaning against the wall. I never replaced the shelving. I did put the alcohol bottles back into the space minus shelves. And all the cloth art is also gone. Taken down and folded/rolled and put into the Attic. And I never replaced any of the furniture. No chairs- just two couches. No area rug. Now...after almost 2.5 years of COVID- I just don't care anymore. I never SEE real live people. I wave at neighbors as they walk past with their dogs. But we don't stand close enough to talk.
Will it be like this forever? Seems like it might.
I watched the Saints play football last night. It's like a different game. The way they play. Sometimes way more physical. Way more brutal. But not boring and the game went past much faster than a regular football game- which most identifies with watching paint dry. Of course baseball is still the best way to watch paint dry. Do you think the quarterback takes any info from the coaches????
I finished off the bag of Cheetos extra crunchy yesterday instead of having dinner. I will have dinner today. Promise. I am out of yogurts and Cheetos and lettuce and cheese for a sandwich. So I will have to eat the prepared meatloaf meal I bought. Like a regular adult person.
I did hand press different pieces of cloth yesterday. Pinning some to the dining room wall. Just to have a look. A few of them are prime contenders. It's just a matter of deciding which direction I want to take. Or more so- where the cloth wants to go. It hasn't been given what it wants yet. so......keep looking.