By WR Jones
That red shutter got to me. I can’t handle bright colors I guess. When I looked at the painting from across the room the shutter was all I could see. And it looked strange seeing that bright red off to one side. So I painted it blue. Told the wife I couldn’t do any work around the house as I had shutters to paint. Took the painting down to the beach. Do you have any idea how hard it is to stretch painting 0.93 square inch of shutter into 8 hours of work? I had to come home looking drained. I practiced the look in my rear view mirror for a hour before returning home. Practice is the key to success.
Those damn people with big dogs! Just came back from a walk. As her bull mastiff was lunging at me, this woman gave me one of those proud smiles like she was showing off a newborn babe. I suppose she was confident the ox sized dog was not going to bite. I did not share her confidence. As a dog whisperer (picked up from watching the show of that name on TV), I could read that dog’s mind like a coffee table book with mostly pictures. Dog: “Whoa, looky here, this rickety old man just peed his pants. I’ve got him on the run. Why don’t I just give him a little nip on one of those chicken legs and see if I can get him into full submission?”