I’m sitting here wishing that each section of the watercolor class was a couple weeks long rather than one. A week is a decent amount of time to do a new technique once or twice but then I’d like a week to just do something else with it. Or maybe if the whole thing was in a week… no that would be too cram-packed-with-goodness… Anyway I’m sitting here wishing it was the beginning of the next week’s lessons while simultaneously wishing I had more than enough time to have done a whole lot more practicing and fooling around.
That’s one thing.
Then I saw this, and even given my fascination with writers in general, I just love the little inspirational noodge each one of these videos comes loaded with.
At work today I had two back to back encounters with folks that were handled with an interpreter. The first language was so rolling, so round sounding that when we were all done I asked what language it was. I had no idea. The answer was Farsi. Really beautiful sounding.
The next group also spoke something unidentifiable and when I asked my question at the end, I didn’t recognize what the answer was so I can’t even report on it.
Took the scenic route home and enjoyed it all.
