6x6 original oil on gallery wrap canvas
here's another beachie little painting...a small token of a trip to the island, perhaps?..
ok ..so i mentioned i was going to finish the story about our trip...i've slept since then so i'm not sure how much i can remember...i do remember i screwed everything up on the trip out there..and so it was so gratifying to me that davey reciprocated on the trip home!!!..after a lovely and relaxing last day, we got to bed early since we needed to leave sixish...davey was packed and rarin to go...already down in the lobby - i was packed and doing a last minute survey of the room - checking under the bed, opening all the drawers..(i even do this in motel rooms we've only just slept in for the one night!!...)...and..lo and behold...there in his drawer by the sink was all his medicine!!!...i had him now....so i grabbed it, smiling, and headed downstairs...we didn't know where we were supposed to meet so there was much texting and swearing and then packing the car and repacking the car...remember it was small ..and as my friends sally, ceebs and marjie can attest...my motto has always been..."be heavy..travel heavy!"... and apparently i traveled so heavy that davey has to have more surgery because he tore his labrum hefting my suitcase...but that's another story....ok ..so we set out on our 4-1/2 hour or more (just in case there's traffic) drive to portland. now remember...on our trip down from portland there were so many gorgeous views to paint!! - beautiful green vistas...that sinewy river..can't remember the name..is that bad?..(just remembered umpqua?).and of course we were in such a "hurry" to get to bandon we couldn't stop - even to see the famous elk preserve that everyone was flocking to!!! for cri-yi-yi!!!...and so i kept my cool, thinking all the while i could always get some great photos for painting fodder on the trip back to portland...WRONG!!!!!...it rained the whole way...wait..portland..rain??...yes...rained or misted or clouded over or whatever..and remember we were on a mission to get to the airport in time to have several hours to have lunch....okay...so we were about 30 minutes away from bandon and i noticed davey rifling though his briefcase...looking for..what?..breakfast?..roadmaps?...ah..cellphone!!!!...really?!?...i said - simple...call your phone from my phone..( i didn't get a D in logic for nothing...)..true story....and...tada...dead air!!!...nothing...i actually pulled over..almost anathema to my hubby...and we searched...everywhere...and at this point i don't even remember if i told him about leaving his medicine in the room...next step...he called the hotel and asked them to search our room...he said he'd call his cell in five minutes and lo and behold...they answered...it was lying on the bathroom floor -the last place he remembered having it...funny how it's always the last place you look?..and i swear i never saw it...maybe under a towel??.what wonderful people...they said they'd send it and it was waiting the morning after our return...NOT the end of the story, however...we tooled along in the rain/mist/whatever for hours...we traveled through that wonderful stretch of road named for someone...i think jason boe...and we stopped for gas and no-one had ever heard of him...and as we eventually approached portland i kept saying let's get gas before the airport...davey, in all his wondrous knowledge, said.."no, i talked to the lady...the gas is just a little more at the airport".....and i remembered this was maybe not so much true...but i acquiessed...anyhoo....we pulled into the portland airport with enough time to return the car, get gas, go through checkpoint, have a sit down lunch and wait for about an hour...as we met up in the check point line he looked somewhat sheepish...a look i can't get enough of, by the way...and, as it turns out, the gas was something like 1200 dollars a gallon...i may be exaggerating..but you get the gist...i loved it, to say the least!!!...so we head to the plane...and all is well..we go to our stopover in vegas and of course it takes us ages to get to our gate!! thank heavens we are in good shape!! - even with the traveling walkways, we didn't have a lot of time to sit and wait for our flight...just enough for me to play a few quick games of video poker, though!!...i actually WON maybe 14 or 15 bucks but the lady was going off shift and i almost had to forfeit..i kept saying..."no - you don't understand..they're calling my flight..NOW!!..."...eventually she paid up and i was feeling GOOD!!...uneventful flight home to indy...almost done...we'd spent the night in a motel and they gave us free parking and a ride to the airport...so now - we needed to just get in touch with them and reverse the scenario...we found the van but couldn't get our clubs through the door..by this time it was growing late and we were enzausted!!! (as my kids always said)...so we finally were in the shuttle, riding to the motel to pick up our car. davey was fishing through my wallet looking for a bit of tip money for the driver and gave me a twenty..and said here - i said do you want to give her that? he said yes...when we stopped, i had to hurry to the potty and just handed her the money as i got out. the bags were transferred..we were on the way home...when davey said..."what did you give that driver?"..i said " the twenty, isn't that what you told me to do?"..he said.."no, i had a few bills in my hand i was going to give her but you just went ahead!"...ok - so neither of can hear worth a damn!!!...we howled most of the way home...thinking..after all the money we spent on that trip..what was a few hundred dollars more on gas (ok..i may be exxagerating...)and a twenty dollar bill for a tip...at least it most likely made her day!!!!...in the end we had a wonderful time and a whole lot of laughter...which is what we mostly do.....
ok ..so i mentioned i was going to finish the story about our trip...i've slept since then so i'm not sure how much i can remember...i do remember i screwed everything up on the trip out there..and so it was so gratifying to me that davey reciprocated on the trip home!!!..after a lovely and relaxing last day, we got to bed early since we needed to leave sixish...davey was packed and rarin to go...already down in the lobby - i was packed and doing a last minute survey of the room - checking under the bed, opening all the drawers..(i even do this in motel rooms we've only just slept in for the one night!!...)...and..lo and behold...there in his drawer by the sink was all his medicine!!!...i had him now....so i grabbed it, smiling, and headed downstairs...we didn't know where we were supposed to meet so there was much texting and swearing and then packing the car and repacking the car...remember it was small ..and as my friends sally, ceebs and marjie can attest...my motto has always been..."be heavy..travel heavy!"... and apparently i traveled so heavy that davey has to have more surgery because he tore his labrum hefting my suitcase...but that's another story....ok ..so we set out on our 4-1/2 hour or more (just in case there's traffic) drive to portland. now remember...on our trip down from portland there were so many gorgeous views to paint!! - beautiful green vistas...that sinewy river..can't remember the name..is that bad?..(just remembered umpqua?).and of course we were in such a "hurry" to get to bandon we couldn't stop - even to see the famous elk preserve that everyone was flocking to!!! for cri-yi-yi!!!...and so i kept my cool, thinking all the while i could always get some great photos for painting fodder on the trip back to portland...WRONG!!!!!...it rained the whole way...wait..portland..rain??...yes...rained or misted or clouded over or whatever..and remember we were on a mission to get to the airport in time to have several hours to have lunch....okay...so we were about 30 minutes away from bandon and i noticed davey rifling though his briefcase...looking for..what?..breakfast?..roadmaps?...ah..cellphone!!!!...really?!?...i said - simple...call your phone from my phone..( i didn't get a D in logic for nothing...)..true story....and...tada...dead air!!!...nothing...i actually pulled over..almost anathema to my hubby...and we searched...everywhere...and at this point i don't even remember if i told him about leaving his medicine in the room...next step...he called the hotel and asked them to search our room...he said he'd call his cell in five minutes and lo and behold...they answered...it was lying on the bathroom floor -the last place he remembered having it...funny how it's always the last place you look?..and i swear i never saw it...maybe under a towel??.what wonderful people...they said they'd send it and it was waiting the morning after our return...NOT the end of the story, however...we tooled along in the rain/mist/whatever for hours...we traveled through that wonderful stretch of road named for someone...i think jason boe...and we stopped for gas and no-one had ever heard of him...and as we eventually approached portland i kept saying let's get gas before the airport...davey, in all his wondrous knowledge, said.."no, i talked to the lady...the gas is just a little more at the airport".....and i remembered this was maybe not so much true...but i acquiessed...anyhoo....we pulled into the portland airport with enough time to return the car, get gas, go through checkpoint, have a sit down lunch and wait for about an hour...as we met up in the check point line he looked somewhat sheepish...a look i can't get enough of, by the way...and, as it turns out, the gas was something like 1200 dollars a gallon...i may be exaggerating..but you get the gist...i loved it, to say the least!!!...so we head to the plane...and all is well..we go to our stopover in vegas and of course it takes us ages to get to our gate!! thank heavens we are in good shape!! - even with the traveling walkways, we didn't have a lot of time to sit and wait for our flight...just enough for me to play a few quick games of video poker, though!!...i actually WON maybe 14 or 15 bucks but the lady was going off shift and i almost had to forfeit..i kept saying..."no - you don't understand..they're calling my flight..NOW!!..."...eventually she paid up and i was feeling GOOD!!...uneventful flight home to indy...almost done...we'd spent the night in a motel and they gave us free parking and a ride to the airport...so now - we needed to just get in touch with them and reverse the scenario...we found the van but couldn't get our clubs through the door..by this time it was growing late and we were enzausted!!! (as my kids always said)...so we finally were in the shuttle, riding to the motel to pick up our car. davey was fishing through my wallet looking for a bit of tip money for the driver and gave me a twenty..and said here - i said do you want to give her that? he said yes...when we stopped, i had to hurry to the potty and just handed her the money as i got out. the bags were transferred..we were on the way home...when davey said..."what did you give that driver?"..i said " the twenty, isn't that what you told me to do?"..he said.."no, i had a few bills in my hand i was going to give her but you just went ahead!"...ok - so neither of can hear worth a damn!!!...we howled most of the way home...thinking..after all the money we spent on that trip..what was a few hundred dollars more on gas (ok..i may be exxagerating...)and a twenty dollar bill for a tip...at least it most likely made her day!!!!...in the end we had a wonderful time and a whole lot of laughter...which is what we mostly do.....
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