Sitting at dusk with my guitar, a glass of wine and Charley

Sitting outside at dusk with my guitar, a glass of wine and Charley. I’m thinking how lucky I am in this time of despair for many people, that all I have to complain about it the fact that I (again) missed an important Birthday of my grandson, Elias.,( sorry babe) and I totally forgot to pay my rent. Good thing everything else is paid automatically on line and my landlord is a gracious woman who simply says ” you were due the 20th and it is the 25th Kate! Damn, time flies! Yeah I’m called Kate here, I like it!

Memory problems, I’m doing my best but things have been getting confusing, I can’t seem to learn new things, especially new word press stuff, I should be able to make this blog much more interesting but it changes how to put it together, it’s just annoying, that and spelling, can’t spell worth a damn……..and I won’t even mention my trouble with math!

otherwise life is good.

I have a new app for birthdays and a calendar.(suggested by my sweet landlord , landlady?CJ.)

CJ is a woman I respect and admire She is 81 and manages all this herself, she’s pretty tough and doesn’t miss a thing. The other day she came over to my place because she saw me skooting around on my butt and thought I must have fallen. But I didn’t fall it was just easier to stay down and scoot around than having to get up and down while I tended to my plants. We laughed, she has had a few falls,

I find that New Mexico has some strong women in charge where ever I go.

I was “playing” my little, made in China, guitar, I love to tune it by my phone and just make sounds that please me, crazy lady guitar player, when a friend stopped by. I played her a short serenade sin pena and later found out she plays the guitar, maybe she’ll play for me, my fingers must be dyslexic, I can not place my fingers there they need to be to actually play anything but I don’t mind, I enjoy making my sounds before I sleep, it seems to relax me, I like it with a glass of wine, seems to go together well.

The park was full of RV’s a week ago but now it’s just us, the 8 or 9 long term park dwellers, but we will be full again when the snowbirds arrive. A few more couples have decided to make this park home full time, like me. There is a sense of community here, good people. they all live in these big beautiful RV’s with all the comforts of home (because it is home) Mine is the most humble, my GG and we are just fine., though I am jealous of their in suite washer and dryer

My friend Barbara has been living and traveling solo for 5 years in a vintage blue 24 ft beautiful RV. it has the original everything, they made RV’s much better back then with cabinets and shelves of real wood. She’s been in the same rig for the 5 years and has made upgrades but the RV was well put together and she loves it.

Interesting People with stories to tell, often well traveled and educated. I may share some of those stories here, poco a poco.

Take care,

Stay Safe.

Wear a Mask

Stay safe

I sat outside in the wind and rain to see if the umbrella would blow over.

Today I got the table for the umbrella and it seems like with the table reinforcing it I should be able to leave it up except when really really windy. It isn’t a big deal for me to take it apart, to lie it on the ground, not easy but I can do it.

I have to put the futon in the studio when it rains too.

I sat outside painting until I dumped the blue paint on myself, I need to rearrange my stuff so I don’t keep doing that.

I’m liking using acrylic inks but something about the bottles they come in, I don’t know but I’ve spilled several colors blue, red and black, bummer.the colors are pure pigment just beautiful. I want to get all the colors and just use them for all my paintings on canvas paper tablet and stop buying other paints, too expensive and they dry up so fast in this NM dry air.

The inks dry quickly too but is manageable because they are ink and won’t dry up in the bottle, paint in a tube does dry up. Ive wondered if I should keep the tubes in the fridge. I need to use them up, need to paint something large.

Stay safe, we are not out of the woods yet.

My RV garden

My garden grows

The rain is so welcome!

I’m lucky that the building behind me shades my garden from the afternoon sun. We’ve had rain for the past 3days. Next time I make my garden I’m going to plant what I want to eat. This garden I planted from seeds I ordered for a selection of vegetables and they sent me lots of different beans. I’ll do smarter next year. I have a huge potatoes plant from a sprouting potato, and should harvest lots of cucumbers, my tomato plant looks good, I almost every thing in the garden started with seeds except the tomato.

Home sweet home

My space keeps filling up! I love it!

I’m fortunate that my GG is not large and my car is also small so I’m able to have my studio plus a nice garden and lots of plants in my space. I like to hang some of my art outside, but I’m thinking about getting a large piece of lumber to make outdoor art as sort of a privacy fence maybe. I’d resin it to make it weather well, might be a fun project.

All Lives Matter Skin tones all Beautiful.

It’s been pretty hot this week so my AC is on more than usual but I went out at about 8pm to walk with Charley. The sky, the light and the air seemed to have a special tint of rose. the mountains were beautiful and the lake is high and blue against the contrast of the mountains. I didn’t have my phone with me and it changes so fast I wouldn’t be able to capture the feeling and the beauty of the night.

It made me feel just slightly better after a day spent painting something trying to put in a painting feelings about what is going on in the USA. My painting has only skin tones paint, I’m hoping to see if I find the curator at the gallery (which is closed) to put it in the window tomorrow, the day of the funeral for Mr. George Floyd. There are very few African Americans in the area of New Mexico where I live, what is the word I’m looking for, the area is homogenous in that everyone looks about the same, I haven’t noticed a single Indian or Asian in the time I’ve lived here, and only a few of any color but white and some brown. Maybe i just don’t get out much, that could be true but I think we lose a flavor of life when our interaction is limited to people that look and often times think the same as we do.

There’s trouble in our land.

All lives matter