Wondering what's next?
I couldn't find the rain.
All I found was my Jamaica Beach. What a waste of a day! I've been through all my photo files and can't find "Rain." I wanted to start a large canvas. I've had "rain" on my mind for quite some time. The photo has got to be stuffed into a file with a different name? That's what I get for sloppiness. One more place to look, here online. I posted it once...but it's gone, gone, gone, whoa woe woe.
With the melody playing in my head and "whoa whoa whoa" on the brain, I sidestepped to YouTube to find the Righteous Brothers singing the song I loved to dance to and sing along with on Saturday nights before designated drivers. It still makes me laugh babe. Whoa whoa whoa .
Which lead me to: Patrick Swayzy in Dirty Dancing, an absolute bad boy hunk of a guy, and another song I loved to dance dirty to myself and still do. Turn your volume down for this one, but do do big screen. That man was a dream to look at and watch. Talented too. Love those hips.
While my photo hunt came up nil, my walk back to the sixties and seventies (Mad Men--where do those people live)--was quite delightful. While I twisted and shouted, the oven repair guy stopped by and silently gave me my clock and one oven back. He'll see me next week with the new motherboard. I guess we're dating? I guess again this evening, I'll be watching a pot.