Life is a beach: Just roll with the punches

June, July, and August kind of slipped away without a word.  At least without a word written in my blog.  A quick dissertation of what took place in those months follows.

JUNE was a chaotic month. As in most years, I was wrapping up designing the program for the World Beat Festival and recruiting artists from Artists in Action to participate in our booth at the festival, which is always the last weekend in June. Although there were many other things going on in my personal life, including helping to care for my aging mother- and father-in-law that we moved into a care center nearby, cleaning out their house on the coast, working full time, and trying to find time to participate in the annual Paint the Town event, I just didn’t have time to write. Not to mention, there was also an unexpected, tragic death in our family that was very emotional for everyone involved. A young life was taken and the sad occurrence left many bewildered and broken-hearted. Family members from far and near gathered and consoled each other. An unfortunate event that brings people together in love and remorse. But despite the wave of unexpected and ongoing events, the AiA booth at the World Beat Festival turned out well. Many people helped with the setup, booth sitting, and dismantling afterward. We shed our daily routines, enjoyed the hot summer weather, the food, music, entertainment, art and culture.

JULY was an interesting month. A much anticipated getaway was planned for my husband, John’s birthday. We rented a room at our favorite beach spot for four days and three nights. The weather was wonderful and I brought paints and canvases in hopes of painting while we were there. We made reservations for dinner at one of our favorite coastal restaurants on John’s birthday, July 13th. My son and his wife, came over to help us celebrate the occasion. While taking a beautiful walk on the beach, I stepped over some rocks near the tide pools, planning to walk into the water and as I stepped over, a small wave of water pooled in around the rock, I lost my balance, slipped, and as it turned out I broke my right wrist. I didn’t realize it was actually broken until the next morning around 4 a.m. The ER in Newport X-rayed it and my entire forearm was put in a splint for 2 weeks, until I got a cast for the next 4 weeks, and now ~ at the end of August, I am starting Physical Therapy. Being right-handed, I haven’t been painting for two months.

Featured Artist Show at the Elsinore Gallery, August through October 2016.

AUGUST was my scheduled time to be one of the featured artists at the Elsinore Gallery in Salem, OR.
So I have eight paintings hanging in the gallery from August through October 2016. I opted to show several of my landscape oil and acrylic paintings. Thankfully, I have a large number of paintings that I can show as needed. I’m now looking forward to getting out my paints and brushes and finishing up the paintings I started in June – before my  wrist was broken.

“Life is what happens, while you’re busy making other plans.”
I try to roll with the punches and keep my hopes high.