I am grateful for time spent with Julie this evening while the boys were at Auntie J’s house. We had each planned to do our own thing, but the rec centre we thought was open was not, and the studio was inaccessible, and so we both had to settle, disappointed, for something else. Something else turned out to be a quick bite at the Fig, and then the realization that the showtime lined up for us to go see Rocketman, and it was great.
I am grateful for art, because Rocketman was just that terrific for me – the kind of movie you go to all the crappy movies to see. Once in a while, you get an experience like that one, and you feel your psyche get filled up, and it makes it all worthwhile. Same thing happens with music, literature, visual arts. Art is something to be grateful for. Not all of it, but the stuff that works for one really, really is.
I am grateful for Auntie J. She showed our kids a great time. She makes them feel special and loved.
I am grateful for time spent with both my boys at bedtime. With Farley, reading a book about hurricanes he got from the library today; and with Coop, who reassured me he knows how much I love him and how great I think he is, after I emphatically declared this to him, possibly overcompensating after having seen the cautionary tale of neglectful fatherhood in the movie tonight.
I am grateful for a new to me Phone. I wanted something good for email, texting and phone calls and not much else. I found a 10 year old Blackberry that fits the bill nicely. It’s a nice little piece of kit, despite its age.
I am grateful for the opportunity to have my work up at Caffe Fantastico over this last 2 months. I took that show down today. I am excited about next month, I’ll have one piece with me at the Hilton Doubletree where I will be the artist in residence for July, and I will also have a bunch of work up at the Central Gallery in the Bay Centre downtown.
I am grateful for time spent with my lads this evening.
I am grateful for chocolate chip cookies, delivered still warm from the oven from our neighbours.
I am grateful for time spent with my lads and a buddy of theirs, eating bbq’d burgers in the backyard this evening.
I am grateful for time spent with Cooper baking blueberry muffins for his class party tomorrow at school. I am also grateful that we had enough of everything to make 2 batches, because it turned out the 5 teaspoons of salt we put in the first time around was actually meant to be .5 teaspoons of salt, which seemed, and tasted, much more reasonable.
I am grateful for time spent doing my own thing, working on a picture frame building project, while Julie had the kids. Praise be to Julie!
I am grateful for the milk man, which is a milk jug that the boys drew a guy on. He has a theme song. It is, somehow predictably, to the tune of “What does the Fox Say”. They can’t get enough of it. I can, but I am grateful for it anyway. Such is the paradox of the human condition.
I am grateful for time spent with my family in the park after Farley’s baseball event today.
I am grateful for lunch with Julie, at the Sour Pickle Cafe, where I haven’t been for a long time but used to go to regularly back when I had an office in Fan Tan Alley, which really doesn’t feel like as long ago as it actually was.
I am grateful for some time spent in the studio today.
I am not grateful for the mishap that ended in a hole through the canvas I was working on, but I am grateful that I wasn’t that far along in that painting. I was able to re-start the same image on a new canvas today, so that felt like the right thing to do.
I am grateful for some time spent with Farley and Cooper at Farley’s baseball practise tonight. There was a parents vs. kids game, and that was fun. Farley got a certificate for fastest base runner, and Coop, not even an official member of the team, received a certificate for being a fan and announcing the batters at the games. That was a proud Dad moment, right there.