Paul McCartney's "My Valentine." "Art City" 1996 documentary films on the world of contemporary art. Friend, John Roy Zat's heartfelt music. Then. Old friends reunited around my table. Dreams of departed loved ones. Pauline Rose, a baby born. Nostalgia fills the air. Bitter. Sweet. Contemplative.
When I come downstairs in the morning, Rosie is often outside the front door waiting patiently for the day to begin. She is probably wishing I would get a move on. Put on my running shoes, pick up the leash, a few treats, the house key, and head out for our morning walk. But I prefer to think that what is going through her head is:
"I love you, I love you, I love you, you wonderful human, you."
The truth is, Rosie probably prefers being at Two Rock Dog Ranch to hanging around the studio with me all day. Outside with other dogs all day just being a dog must be a welcome relief. But when I come home from a trip, I can't get there fast enough to pick her up.
It's a beautiful drive. Last week particularly. Grey skies clearing from a week of storms, bright yellow mustard filling the fields, and cows on every hillside. Dog by my side. Heading Home. Again.
We all have Spring fever around here. Even Rosie has gotten off the couch and is hanging out on the porch catching the rays. I am doing what I'm not suppose to do. Painting what I'm not suppose to paint. And happy as a clam.