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June 24, 2021 at 9:50 am by Claudia

When I reached the bottom of the stairs this morning, I was greeted by my husband, who, as he heard me getting up, had surged to his feet with a big, big smile on his face.

“I made it!!!” he shouted.

Yes, you did, my love. Yes, you did.

He’s 70 years old today. Let me tell you, he just gets better and better.

I’ve written so much about him on this blog over the years. You know him well, as well as you can without actually meeting him in person. He is, quite simply, the best thing that ever happened to me.

But I don’t want to make this about me. I want to honor Don.

Don is: kind, good, compassionate, giving, honest, trustworthy, friendly, talented, hilariously funny, wise, intelligent, strong, loving, true blue to all of his friends, a helper, a guide, a sponsor, romantic, passionate (and not just about me,) tolerant, a fighter for social justice, a life-long learner, adventurous, a great cook, an even greater life partner.

He’s a survivor. He turned his life around at a relatively young age and has moved forward with grace and humility.

I thank the universe for him every day. I am humbled by my good fortune. He helps me be a better person. He supports me in everything I do. And I do the same for him.

Bless you, Don Sparks, for everything you are and everything yet to come. You are an extraordinary person and everyone who comes to know you is richer for the experience. You’ve taught me so much and I am grateful beyond measure.

If you’re at all interested, Don wrote a few songs the other day and he recorded them live. They’re simple. Back to his folk roots. Less than 3 minutes each. Here is the link. You can click on it and all four songs will play for you. His intention was to get back to basics – just his voice, guitar, and a harmonica.

Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Don Sparks. You are loved by so many.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

 

 

 

Filed Under: birthday, Don, life 48 Comments

A Thunder-Filled Morning

June 14, 2021 at 9:14 am by Claudia

We woke (a wee bit too early) to the sound of thunder. Big thunder. Thunder that shook the house, along with flashes of lightning. Early morning thunder doesn’t happen very often. As we made coffee and opened windows, the thunder kept rolling; long and loud booms coming from over the mountains.

It was wonderful. There were no high winds; just thunder, lightning, and eventually, pouring rain. We have more coming today and tomorrow.

Sort of a magical way to start the day.

Thanks for all your comments yesterday. I’m not sure what to do. Ad income, by the way, comes to me simply by your visits to my little spot on the Internet. It doesn’t come if you read the blog from an email but don’t come to the actual blog. Anyway, the costs of hosting this blog and maintaining its security are covered by that ad income. In the last month, I’ve had to renew and pay for my host for another year. My security just got renewed yesterday. Soon, another form of security will be up for renewal, as well as the services I use to back up the blog. So I’m in the midst of paying out money for those services and having to make a decision about emails at the same time is a bit overwhelming

Most of you weighed in yesterday on the way in which you visit the blog and I really appreciate it. I think I’ll try a survey of sorts later this week – here and on Instagram – to see just how many people really need that email delivered to them, as well as if they’re even reading them anymore. Then I’ll make a decision based on the results.

I’ve started another Roseville painting. This is where I left it yesterday and I have much more to do. I try to find a balance between being too critical and accepting that it’s all a process. So far, I’m pretty pleased with what I’ve created.

Now to find a tabletop easel. This one is too low and I end up with shoulder pain because I’m hunched over while painting. Shoulder muscles and neck tension are an issue already – always have been – and I don’t want to make that even worse.

Our days lately – we do our usual morning things; drinking coffee, waking up slowly, reading, meditating, Don goes to a virtual meeting at 6:30 am, I make our second cup of coffee and we chat for a while, then I write the blog and have some oatmeal. After all of that, Don goes upstairs to write music and record and I paint downstairs in the kitchen – along with, of course, all of the chores that need to be done on any given day. I like that we’ve found spaces in which to create, spaces that shift and change depending on just what it is we’re working on at the time. Dollhouse? Upstairs. Painting? Downstairs. Don sometimes records downstairs if I need the studio space. We are very sensitive to each other’s needs so we adjust as needed. This is a small house, so we need to be respectful and flexible.

I’ve had a hard time reading lately, most likely because I’m immersed in painting and gardening. It’s fine. I’ll shift back to reading more at some point. I’m not worried.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

Filed Under: Don, life, oil painting, storm 58 Comments

Fallen Blossoms

June 9, 2021 at 8:40 am by Claudia

The catalpas have just bloomed and there are already tons of blossoms on the ground. Between the wind and the pounding rain and thunderstorms, they haven’t had a chance.

Let me just get this out and I’ll shut up: I am so sick of this weather. It’s been unbearably hot and humid for several days. I thought it was supposed to break last night, but no, we have yet another day of this before it moves on out. More thunderstorms predicted for today, heat indexes in the nineties.

I do not do well in this weather, which is why I could never live in the south.

Okay. Enough of that.

Don’s appointment went well yesterday. We ran a few errands on the way home; the natural foods store in town and one of the two art shops in the same town, which is just north of us. I’m sure we’re blessed with two such shops because it’s a college town. I hadn’t been inside the shop since last year and when I was there before, I was picking up Tombow markers. This time, however, I was buying oil paint so I explored an entire section that wasn’t on my radar during past visits. (It’s also the same shop where we had our vintage French lithograph framed.) Lots and lots of oil paints from many different manufacturers. I picked up a few tubes, along with a small sketchbook, and then had a lovely conversation with the woman behind the counter which was all about…you guessed it…oil paint and slow-drying acrylics, which she really loves.

I bought some paint at Michaels a few weeks ago, but I’d much rather do business with the small independent art supply shops in town. And I’m going to do that from now on.

Had a dreadful night with very little sleep, so I’m – as I say often – ‘on the edge of cranky.’ But we’re going over to Rick and Doug’s for the first time since the pandemic started to have some french toast and some maskless conversation, so I must stay un-cranky.

This will be the first time we have been in another person’s house without a mask – or in another person’s house at all – since last March.

Two weeks from tomorrow, someone has a big birthday. He happens to live with me. Let’s say it’s one of those decade markers that can be unsettling. I’m still trying to figure out what he wants to do that day. He keeps waffling, which I totally understand. I tend to want to stay home on my birthday.

Will we actually go somewhere and eat outside? I’m not sure he’s ready for that yet.

Oh, and I stopped the car in the middle of what is normally a very busy road to let a mama duck and her two babies cross to the other side. Thankfully, the guy behind me stopped and there was no oncoming traffic. They were adorable.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday,

Filed Under: Don, flowers, life, oil painting 19 Comments

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