Last Post for 2010

This has been an interesting year, with travels and losses and lessons learned.
It moved along fast, they seem to accelerate now, the years, leaving us to wonder where we are at the mark of the new one, somewhat shaky and unsure.
Wishes and blessings, conclusions and resolutions - they only make me fret about the unaccomplished tasks, the things that went past us as we were sleeping.
So let me say this - in the circle of life there is only one begining and one end. The yearly countdown is just another reason for a fancy dinner.
Lets just keep on with what we were doing, and don't let the fireworks get in the way.

New Qoute

Art is the colour on the sketches of life.

My son said that, reflecting on the Arts in his applications to various high schools. Then he asked - has this been said like that before? well, not to me, it hasn't, so I give him the credit.

We went to his pediatrician the other day, and he liked the art on the wall in the waiting room, a manufactured sugary harbour scene. He asked me if I like it too, and I said I don't, and tried to explain why, and what the difference is between this bad kitsch (I do love good kitsch) and a good painting. BTW, I tried to google bad paintings of this sort to post here and was pleased to see there were none.
I felt guilty and pretentious as I was messing his innocent enjoyment and told him everyone is entitled to like what they like in art, but I realized we must visit some good museums soon to show him the difference. Museums in Toronto are terribly expensive, and we just stopped going. Perhaps it's time to resume the habit.

From the Mouth of Babes

In translation, a conversation between my sister and her 5 year old son:

S: Mom, do you know where heaven is?
M: where?
S: A huge house in the sky made of clouds. Those who die go there.
M: aha.
S: Do you think grandpa is already there?
M: Maybe he is.
S: How will he get there?
M: hmmm
S: you know, those who go there become clouds too.
M: Do they?
S: I haven't decided yet what is more fun, to be a cloud or a person.
M: We can't know until we get there.
S: When we get there will we meet grandpa?
M: I think we might.
S: But how will we recognize him among all the clouds? they all look the same...

An Unmanly Post - Enchanting Dolls

This is not something men are into, unless they are alive: dolls. But I am a girl after all. This site is fascinating to me because the artist chronicles the process of creation.
I found it while looking for something completely different. Google is a surprising place, you never know where it might take you. I love this discovery.
http://www.enchanteddoll.com/blog