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New Year’s Eve Eve

The last time I wrote a blog post, it was Christmas Eve Eve and I was wondering how I would ever get all my Christmas wrapping done. Now it’s New Year’s Eve Eve and I can report that I did manage to wrap everything and still get some sleep on Christmas Eve. I’m pretty sure A Christmas Story was still on its first run-through when I crawled into bed, but I couldn’t swear to it. I was bleary-eyed by then. I hope I don’t cut it quite so close next year, but I’m glad I pulled it off one more time.

I even managed to keep up with the sketch-a-day challenge. My drawings are not fancy but I have done one every day in the month of December and that makes me happy. The first year I joined the challenge, it seemed crazy to add one more thing to my already overloaded schedule, but I took it on and it gave me a nice spot of relaxation in each December day. Now I can’t imagine December without it. When I’m drawing, I’m not thinking about schedules or shopping or wrapping or baking. I’m just thinking about that one little object I’ve chosen to draw and how to capture it on paper.

My left brain gets a rest and my right brain gets to have fun. I sketch the most ordinary things but they become unique and special as I get to know them well enough to draw them.

Banana

Banana


This isn’t just any banana. It’s the particular banana that was in my house December fifteenth, with it’s bits of green and little brown spots. And this is a specific green pepper that we bought so we could make chili for the family taffy pull on the nineteenth.
Green Pepper

Green Pepper


Peanut Butter Kiss

Peanut Butter Kiss


This is the taffy. I was exhausted that day, so it’s a simple pencil sketch and I just noticed that I dated it wrong. I drew it on the nineteenth, not the twentieth. On the twentieth, I drew a cookie.
Peppermint Swirl Cookie

Peppermint Swirl Cookie


I have been hoping the daily drawings would lead me gently back to painting. I still need to do forty plein air paintings before my next birthday and my next birthday is thirty-nine days away. I still intend to do it, but I know it’s going to be a crazy five weeks if I manage to make it happen. The drawings do help. They remind me that I always have trouble starting things but I’m pretty good at finishing them. They remind me that making art is a gift to myself. It gets me through tough times and it makes happy times happier.

It heals me. It doesn’t need to do anything else.

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New Year’s Eve

It’s the last day of 2014 and WordPress apparently expects me to want to post a blog entry summarizing my year. They sent me year-end stats, but they aren’t very meaningful to me because I started my blog on my fifty-ninth birthday, so my blog year runs from February eighth to the following February seventh. If I have any summing up to do, that will come in February. I have a lot of painting to do before then.

My blog goal for this year is to complete fifty paintings. I have completed thirty. I’m going to be doing a lot of painting in the next five weeks. I will also be inventorying the tie-dye and getting all our paperwork ready for tax season. I don’t even want to think about that right now.

I do have a New Year’s Eve tradition. It’s based on my daughter’s tradition of spending New Year’s Eve alone with her husband. I help make that happen by hosting the other members of her household here. One part of our tradition is to do a puzzle. If we finish it by Midnight, we get good luck for the whole year. Everybody helps, but my son and I tend to do most of the work. We’re jigsaw puzzle people.

Puzzle time

Puzzle time


My grandsons hang up their stockings on New Year’s Eve. That’s a tradition that comes from my father’s family. It’s what my siblings and I did when we were young and I passed the tradition on to my children and grandchildren. I once asked them if they’d rather do it on Christmas Eve like their friends, but they said they liked our tradition. It stretches out the holiday.

It also stretches Santa’s budget, so it’s a win all the way around. We will stay up until midnight. We will finish our puzzle. We will turn on the TV and watch the ball drop in Times Square. Then my husband will go outside and shoot off some sort of (mostly legal) fireworks. No one will notice our little sparklers because the neighborhood sky will be full of fireworks, most of them clearly not legal in this state. It’s not a long drive from North Florida to South Carolina, where you can buy all kinds of fireworks in all kinds of crazy fireworks stores just across the border.

Not that we’ve ever done that or anything.

I can already hear some pretty big bangs out there. They’re starting early. It’s only seven o’clock. They will save plenty of big booms for midnight, I’m sure. Once they finish making all that noise, I will settle my young guests on air mattresses and we will all try to get some sleep before getting up to check those stockings and get ready for a lunch of black-eyed peas and collard greens. That’s for luck and prosperity in the new year. I tried to get my teen-aged grandson to eat some last year, but he declined. I tried to convince him to do it for luck, but he said he helped with the puzzle the night before, so he had all the luck he needed.

Maybe that works for him, but I intend to cover all my bases.