I had the privilege of serving an amazing group last night. It started when the lady called and asked for paper name tags for the men, because they had not seen each other for twenty years. Ok I found some. Then they started arriving. Her, a beautiful 90 year old lady, and trickling in were all these men from about 60 to around 80 years old. See, she used to be some kind of worker for the military. She had no kids, and her job was to help all the new doctors that were to serve there. This gathering was of all her "kids". I have to tell you, the influence one lady can make on a large amount of people over 25 years is incredible. She took all these "boys" on just like sons. They showed so much love to her it was beautiful. Oh, to have such a legacy.
If my little influence at the restaurant with my "kids" will be even one tenth as great as hers, I will have succeeded.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Pail of Sand
If I could only be an ostrich,
with a little pail of sand,
I'd hide out for a while,
from the problems in my hand.
I don't think their small answer,
such a bad one now and then,
it helps just for a moment,
but not the answer in the end.
I snuggle under cover,
in my little ostrich bed,
kind of like the white beach sand,
for my little ostrich head.
I will meet my list of problems,
in an hour, maybe two,
but sometimes, not the funtimes,
the sand's all I can do.
Jill Skeie
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Boats of Tuileries Garden
There was this wonderful fountain in the park to the right of the Louvre. A very smart man had a cart loaded with wonderful wooden boats for "rent". The kids would give him a euro for a stick to push a boat into the fountain and wait... for it to go to the other side. Then they would push it again... A very slow game that is for sure, but they seemed to think it was worth a euro. For me, it was a wonderful spot to take pictures. This is my first painting of the boats as they sat on the cart.
few more wall paintings
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
First post
I needed a place to show my work on the internet, so the Studio on 25th was created. Actually the studio was already here, up and running, but now it is on line!
I doubt I will ever be a daily painter, or a daily poet, or anything daily, of corse other than a daily eatter. That I can count on.
So welcome to this little studio that will give me such good art therapy, and hopefully give you a little joy as well.
I doubt I will ever be a daily painter, or a daily poet, or anything daily, of corse other than a daily eatter. That I can count on.
So welcome to this little studio that will give me such good art therapy, and hopefully give you a little joy as well.
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