To wit, this weekend was spent watching the Boy at soccer, where he had a few days of his looooong grounding/imprisonment dropped for acting as enforcer for the team. And Sunday I sat on the back porch watching a storm roll in while smoking a cigar, sipping a gin & tonic and reading wargames rules. The screen door was open, so I could hear the Baroness making dinner and children laughing at whatever was on the TV.
The little things, gentlemen. The little things.
For us its the front porch watching the neighborhood show unfold before your eyes.
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ReplyDeleteGood for you.
ReplyDeleteI must admit, I often find it hard to relax in that way... there's always a little voice that guiltily reminds he I have a pile of stuff still to paint I should be working on if I have any 'spare time'...
I'm certainly with you on the G&T though... a wonderful drink to enjoy on a sunny weekend mid afternoon :-)
Feel ya. For some reason right after I got all those Sash and Saber guys for Christmas I felt the same. Caught my second wind in February and now I'm looking at all these 15mm Romans...
ReplyDeleteSounds blissful. Enjoy.
ReplyDeleteScott,
ReplyDeleteWhen check out time comes, which day will you remember? A day spent painting, or a day enjoying the good things? My grandma used to say, "on my deathbed, I'm not going to look back and remember fondly the day I cleaned the house. "
-J
I love to relax with a drink and do nothing, however those times seem so hard to come by. Usually a sunny day at the dog park to sit and envy the spectacle of being four legged and oblivious to the cares of the world. My painting is usually my escape vs my chore, and my sense of accomplishment in creating something that will hopefully outlast me keeps me going.
ReplyDelete... Ah the little things... That's what she said
Painting is half fun/half a slog for me.
ReplyDeleteYou raise a good point Baron, ... I guess sometimes I should just say, sod it! ? ;-)
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