Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

All the intentions for the day seem to just fall to the wayside as pertinent tasks reclaim my time. As I drove home from work/chiropractor/grocery, I saw off to my right a brilliant orange sunset and to the left a sherbet rainbow heading directly above me. The weather had finally broke from the freeze and I spent an hour out with the dogs cleaning up after them in the backyard. That pleased them so. Hopefully the evening rains will not freeze a layer of ice over the car and roads. I'm so looking forward to an evening of drawing tomorrow and will be disappointed if predicted storms come to pass. A coworker was laid off today, and I couldn't feel positive about the downward spiral my finances and life have taken. Still no lens for my glasses. No repair for car break in. Rear brakes still needing repair. And the phone calls to elicit donations? They don't want to hear what I am saying, likely what the majority of their calls are saying, but I was once told charity begins at home. When new glasses become reality, I will be able to consider giving cash donations again. The upside of having rescue supplies come through for me and knowing the dogs will have food for the next four months without weekly concerns if enough money will be made to feed us all. The odd correlation this week is the famous icon photo of the great depression by Dorothea Lange referred to as the Migrant Mother made the news again and I've been considering borrowing my ink wash of same for fabulous fakes exhibit coming up in February at Naperville Art League. Or maybe I'll do a color pencil drawing of Michelangelo's David. Time will be a factor in determining directions. I will never forget my son telling me that we should leave it all and live out on the beach in California. We could be the poster for current recession. Homes being lost...time to buy into the promised land. Is it on a beach out there? Is that job offer still good?