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It’s So Easy Being Green

I had my house painted this weekend. What a great idea it was. I love it when a plan comes together. The fence looks really great, the garage, although still smelling like fresh paint, is crisp and white, and the wall is magnificant. The green color looks really cool, I love it. It’s not too dark at all, just the opposite. It looks like the wall should have always been that color. I am so glad I did not even consider choosing a pastel color for my living quarters. It would kill me or something. I’d have some kind of conniption. I don’t know why, but I just hate pastel colors. I’m more of a jewel-tone person. But that’s just me. I suppose, as we get older, it’s best to just accept who we are and not try to change ourselves, re-define ourselves, into somebody we’re not. I think I learned this a long time ago, but have to keep reminding myself because sometimes I forget.

My weekend was not as cool as Ken’s, I’m sure. He went to the record convention and ran into some, ahem, interesting people, or so I was told. He called me on Saturday to let me know he had some “good blogger material.” Sounds almost scary. But, I’m sure he’ll survive. I tend to not think about blogger material and just blog about whatever’s on my mind at the time. But, if I had good material, I’d like to think I would use it at some point. I think we got it backwards. His life seems a lot more boring than mine.

I saw some bluebonnets this morning, on the way to work. Yippie! It’s almost bluebonnet season. I can hardly wait. I want to take some pictures. I know, I know, it’s corny but I have not experienced the bluebonnets in a few years and I want to again. I was so busy building dot.com’s and doing whatever that I didn’t get to stop and smell the bluebonnets along the way. Actually, I really want to go photograph the red poppies in Georgetown, but I’ll settle for the bluebonnets. The red poppies do have more of an artistic slant to them. They have more of a history because of van Gogh, I suppose. But, hey, flowers are flowers and all flowers are cool in their own way. It’s up to me to photograph them so they look artful, even though art seldom measures up to the real experience of sitting in a field and smelling the real ones.

I saw some silk red poppies on the web that I may just purchase. They are cool looking and I could fit them into my kitchen. Plus it would give me something to practice on until the real ones grow in. And, hey, red is a good offset color for green, right?

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.


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