The good, the bad and the purple

Roxie and I had a lovely Easter.  We got up at a reasonable hour so she could pee and have breakfast, then we went back to bed forever.  Awesome.  When we got up the second time, I had a handful of potato chips for Easter brunch, then we went for a three mile run.  It is pretty cold in my little house (which is fab-u-lous in the summer, but not so much the rest of the year) so I put on tights, a t-shirt, fleece pullover and my fleece hat.  Bagged the mitties at the last minute.  We got about a quarter of a mile into the run before I realized I was WAY over dressed.  I spent the rest of the day in short-sleeves and flip flops.

Monday was just as awesome, except I had to go shopping for funeral attire.  Poo.  Roxie stayed behind so she could play ball with Uncle Derek.  Later we went for a two mile walk.  That was good.  But I had intended to go for a three mile run.  That was bad.  We played ball again, and since I was having trouble sitting still, we went for another two mile walk.  That was good.  Four miles in no socks means I got a blister on the bottom of my right food.  That was bad.

I promised a piece of art for a fundraising event benefiting Ravenwood Outdoor Learning Center and my time was pretty much up since the event is this coming weekend.  Ravenwood is all about "getting kids outside for safe, hands-on learning adventures."  I have been in an artistic funk for the past couple of weeks and couldn't come up with anything I wanted to paint, so I went to Ravenwood's website looking for inspiration.  On their homepage I saw a hot link with this:  "Bring out your WILD CHILD at Ravenwood this summer!"  So this is what they are getting:

My letters got a little wonky, but I still like the way it came out.  And I spent a good part of the afternoon percolating on something else that hopefully will turn out with the feeling it has in my head.  Time will tell.

As a side note, when I put on socks last night I noticed some dark spots on my ankle.  Immediately I thought  "tick bites!"  When Roxie gets a tick bite it is a giant dark red spot on her belly because she has no hair on her belly.  I went into the bathroom to examine my ankle with a critical eye and discovered ... no tick bites.  It was splatters of purple paint.

Sigh.  I'm such a mess.