A rainy day? A highschool graduate?
The rain pounded on the grass and splashed against the patio. It soaked the tables that had been set up the night before - wait or were they set up a week ago? Could be, the graduate was early to everything. Whether it be a final exam or an optional something or other, she was there hours ahead of schedule wondering why everybody was late. Anywho the tables were soaked and the poster boards full of baby and child photographs we're hurriedly taken in side, "What are we going to do!" she screamed. It wasn't really a question, more of a scream for help disguised as a question.
"Inside." That's all she said. One word and she went off the walls - "Inside! But have you seen inside. It's chaos in there, floors are scattered with toys - it's a mess.
"It's our only choice!"
That was the end of question. The party was held inside and everybody had a great time, even the graduate.
That was how it started - maybe the events that played out and the diolouge that was exchanged was a bit different, but you get the just of it.
But there was one moment when a guest looked about the room and said, "Wow!" Her eyes were fixed upon the walls, jumping from one to the next in a manner of admiration - she was awestruck.
But I will tell you one thing, it wasn't the walls she was admiring, but rather something on the walls that drew her attention along with a few others around the room.
Yes, you guessed it - artwork, she loved the artwork on the walls, almost every wall had a piece of art strung upon it, or rather nailed upon it - no hung upon a nail. But one piece in particular drew her attention the most - my first oil painting I've ever done - the painting of Our Lady of Grace. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I painted her again.
Take that bottom dollar that you just bet and bet it again that below this paragraph the painting will be before your eyes once again, just as an identical one was there two years ago.
I'm beginning to feel like I'm writing a book - on a phone clicking the little letters on the little keyboard, so below you will find the painting and probably less letters than above this sentence.
And here's a side by side look
I hope you readers have enjoyed reading this post and viewing the artwork.
Have a nice Morning, Afternoon, Evening, or Night - whichever time you decided to read this- Farewell dear viewers.
- There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather - John Ruskin
