It's been over a month since my last weekly post. I'm still studying essay writing. I'm still keeping the journal. I'm still working on altering my photographs in my mind; plotting the images. I still haven't used my brand new MS Surface Pro. It's daunting. I have no new images to share but I want to share Renard.
I'm okay with leaving my artist self behind. Just in case I change my mind or need a little help plotting photo layouts I'm keeping graphite pencils, NeoColor and a tiny number of watercolor brushes and some paper. I gave away my paints and markers and inks and most of the brushes. Okay. I kept some bamboo brushes for decorative purposes but I have no desire to use them. Really. Next up is getting rid of the canvases and pads of paper some one else can use. They'll all go to GoodWill but this will take some muscle. I have a lot of paper and it weighs alot. But this isn't just about giving up something I'm done with. It's about giving up Renard. Well, not giving up Renard.
We've ordered a mobility scotter for Rose and it should be here in a few days. She plans to ride around the neighborhood. It's not very big, the neighborhood, and to go to Winn Dixies which shares a parking lot with us. We'll see how all of that goes. But she said to me that once she gets the scooter she's getting a dog and she'll be able to walk the dog with the scooter. And that's feasible. She wants another Chihuahua like Brewster who passed in September. And I can get another dog as well. I'm not ready for another dog. There is no replacement dog for Renard. Renard was my first dog. Not the first family dog my personal dog. I was in my sixties when he wandered, emaciated, bedraggles and lonely onto my property. He passed away over 2 years ago and I still miss him. I can't imagine getting another dog even though I want one. Actually, I want Renard. Well, my sister will have to share her's with me and she will. In spite of what she says, I'll have to walk him and feed him and take him to the vet and bathe him and play with him. He'll sleep with her and follow her round and come to me for his needs the same way Brewster, her late dog, did. I won't try to talk her out of it. I'll take her to the shelter and maybe they'll have a Chihuahua or a mix. It has to be a small dog and my preference is a senior dog since we're seniors. I'm not sure if our ages will play against us but I hope not. Otherwise, we'll have to wait for a dog to come to us like Renard did. My this is a melancholy post! But I have a lot to shed.
Let me share some photos of Renard and Brewster. Renard is the gorgeous redhead.
