I've said it before but I'll say it again, I don't mind if it's overcast as long as it rains eventually. But days of drear and no rain? No thanks. Durwood watches the Weather Channel and grumbles when the line of storms barreling down on us splits and goes around. I'm tired of mowing just weeds and watering the garden every day. Could we please have some rain?
Hey, Jennifer! I'm glad to hear that you're feeling better and are back to semi-normal. Are you able to drive yet or will you need a ride tomorrow night? I can pick you up if need be. I like your piece; it sounds so familiar from so many parts of life, classes, jobs, family. You really captured the feelings.
July 22--John Singer Sargent, The Spanish Dancer. Rosa fills the center of the room with her energy as she moves to the music. Her skirt snaps and rustles as her feet make the steps. Her back is arched and her left hand with the castanets flies up, her fingers making a sharp counterpoint to her clacking heels. Her right hand rides her hip, upturned and twisted over, as if to entice a partner. The fringe of her shawl swirls out like a black web to ensnare the unwary into her sensuous dance and the embroidered roses glow in the candlelight. She is no longer aware of the American sitting in the corner with his sketchbook, she is lost in her body's movement and the music.
Not bad for a gray and cloudy day.
--Barbara
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