Who are we? We are our stories.

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Colors and brushes

We are repurposing a couple of bedrooms, converting them to a library/reading room and a separate sewing and Ukrainian egg painting room for Lorna. Sorting through things to save, recycle, or throw , this showed up - an 8" x 10" x 6" tool box, watercolor painting tools. There are a handful of red sable "pocket brushes", a telescoping water cup, watercolors, pencils, paper, and cotton rag watercolor blocks to smear color around on, and a tripod to bolt onto the box.

I used to paint a little. I am not terribly creative, but I am gifted with visual memory - which, as with most things, has faded some over time. I maybe need to paint a little soon before I lose it completely.                 A folding stool, a bottle of water, and I'm all set. 

-  Gunnar  B.

Thursday, January 14, 2021

Hard Times

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh Hard times come again no more

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more

-Stephan Foster

A heavy, dark brown ale supped from a graceful wooden cup. A cup turned by Joe Koevnig from a rock maple bowling pin 50 or 60 years ago.

Does that make the pain of our nation go down better? 

Right now, just a little.     - Gunnar

Monday, January 11, 2021

Mixte: Still Slowly Progressing

 No hurry. Leather mudguard flap today. (Need to get some 5mm t-nuts for the inside of the fender.) 

Gunnar B.