Sunny Sunday

 We've been dealing with freezing rain as winter tries to transition to something resembling not winter.

We had a doozy of an ice storm last week, it wasn't rain that froze on impact, it was little pellets about the size of a seed from a green pepper that came down frozen and stuck and froze together and created a crust that forced some people with level driveways to be prisoners in their homes for a few days.  We, on the other hand, have our steep driveway and, well, water does flow downhill so as it started to melt we were free. For once we had an advantage!

In order to have something to do on a wintry February Sunday yesterday the Showboat committee planned a painting class.  The class was on the showboat and it was, thankfully, a beautiful blue sky sun shiny ice melty day.

The sun just sparkled on the river, the swans were happy, people were out walking the riverwalk, it was a perfect day to get out.

This is the painting we were going to be guided through.  When the instructor asked if anyone had painting experience no one raised their hand!  "Good to know," she said.

We were all given a blank canvas and paints and brushes.

We were guided step by step, measuring distances, mixing colors.

Everyone's was different, as they should be. These were my table mates. The woman on the right in gray just retired from her part time job at the chamber of commerce so I knew her and we had some good laughs about retirement.  

And this is my finished painting.  I added the daffodils in the front of the fence just because. 

Saturday was gray and cloudy and heavy and PH was bored with days like that. He knew I needed to go to Shipshewana for the batik I needed for Charlie's quilt and he likes going down there for the food so early that morning he said, "let's go."  You're not going to believe this, but we were there two hours. He dropped me off at the store I was aiming for, he walked down the street to the meat and cheese store, came back and found a husband chair while I finished up.  I had a problem loading my phone with the photo that I was using as a guide - can you believe they don't have WiFi????  I felt like I was on the moon.  But the clerk could pull up the picture on her phone.

We spent an hour choosing, cutting and then I took PH to lunch.  After we got in the car to come home I noticed the time.  We had been there exactly two hours.  I was on a mission and did not divert from it. Fabric, lunch, home. Two hours down, two hours there, two hours home.  If I did anything wrong with this selection and amount I'm screwed.  But I think it will be ok.  Fingers crossed.  Math has never been my thing.