Everybody's workin' for the weekend. Remember that song? Whether you punch a clock or need to get all the lessons done for home schooling, or like to make sure all the laundry is done before Friday, we all seem to work for the weekend. There is always the chance that something really awesome will happen on Saturday or Sunday. I don't think we ever get over that feeling. I've heard folks say "everyday is the same for me". How sad that must be. No Siree, not this little red hen. I'm always on the lookout for something fun and most certainly looking forward to starting another week.
This week I did work on a new painting. Remember the snapshot I posted several weeks back? Well, here is my take on that photo.
Since this was my Grandmother's home I felt authorized to take artistic license. The siding was actually gray, but I couldn't make any of the grays that I have work, so I went with blue. The size of this art is about 16 x 20. I have gone back and forth about the bricks in the foreground, but my sweet hubs, who is an excellent carpenter and a stickler for detail and preciseness said it looked good. That's high praise in my book. The bricks seem to be leaning a bit, but I think that gives it a bit of charm. The main theme of the painting originally was going to be the flowers, but I had so much fun doing the house, that I just let things happen as I painted.
I did have the painting of my sister's house and flowers framed and am sending it to her today. I also included a little surprise for her, so there will be more about that later.
So I guess that's it for me today. Oh, one other thing. After shopping at our local Kroger's today, I was sitting in the parking lot getting ready to call DH on the cell phone (I don't usually drive and talk at the same time) and I suddenly felt the car lurch forward. I checked to make sure it was it park and it lurched forward again. I thought an earthquake was unlikely, so I quickly figured out someone had just hit my car...twice. I waited until the little old lady (she looked a bit like that little old lady that stole the stuff on the Andy Griffith show. You know, the one that they weighed because "little old ladies oughtn't rattle"), finally got into the space before I got out to look at the damage. It wasn't that bad, but when I realized she was trying to sneak into the store without acknowledging the incident, I had to say something. Fortunately for me, several folks witnessed this (with jaws dropped, I might add). When we shouted at the little lady to come back, she had hit my car, she came back and started shrugging her shoulders and saying she didn't understand me. She then went on about her business. Well, that just wasn't going to do. A really nice gal named Monica, got out of her car (on crutches) and said she saw what happened, and did I want her info. She also took photos of the damage while I was getting the tag number, etc. and said she would e-mail them to me.
The little lady came back while we were still there and I finally made her understand that you don't just hit someone's car and shrug and walk away. After refusing to give me any personal information, I asked her where she was from and she said Brazil. I told her that here in the States it was against the law to refuse to exchange information when you hit someone and that I would just give her tag number to the police and let them take care of it. Ok, maybe that was a bit much, but a person needs to take responsibility for their actions. When I said this, she suddenly was willing to give me name and phone number and ask me not to call insurance people without talking to husband. He pay. Oh, now she remembers some communication skills. There was actually very little damage done to my vehicle, good thing I was driving that big old dreaded SUV. If I had been in my Subaru she would have ruined it. She really did a number on her own bumper. Now I need to decide...do I call her and let her off the hook or do I just let her wonder what's going to happen?
Hope everyone has a great weekend. Enjoy the weather. Smell the flowers and give someone a big hug. And if you get hit in the parking lot, don't take a shrug for an answer.