There’s nothing like a good blizzard to get me excited! It started around 1:30 this afternoon and I just had to go painting! This is a view of the old farmstead next door, on Scott Road.
Yes, it’s New Year’s Eve, but we painters rarely take time off for holidays. Every New Year’s Eve I think of some of the stories my dad would tell me about “the good old days”. He was born in 1902 (and I wasn’t born until he was 50), so he grew up through the horse and buggy days, progressing up to the car era. He loved to go dancing! Every New Year’s Eve he’d be out on the dance floor. People told me he was quite stylish! At the end of one New Year’s Eve dance – probably back in the 1920’s – they all went out to find their cars coated in 1/4″ of ice. Even their tires were frozen to the pavement! I don’t know how they were able to get buckets of hot water at that hour, but that’s what they had to do to “free up” their vehicles! My dad was quite the character.
Today I sat inside my nice, warm, comfortable F150 truck to paint this. Wipers going, NPR on the radio. I’m sure Dad’s spirit was with me!