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Eating Breakfast And Dinner In The Dark

 I'm a creature of habit. 

My daily activities are rituals. After waking up, making my bed, brush my teeth, etc. I make a press pot of coffee and turn on my computer while the coffee brews for about four minutes. Then, I read my online news sources. At about 7:00 am, I prepare my breakfast. The sun has yet to rise. 

Skipping through my daily activities, I fix my dinner around 5::30 pm. The sun sets at about 4:30pm. So there you have it. I eat most of my meals when natural lighting consists of the moon reflecting off my neighbor's windows. And that is why I gained five pounds. And that is my story, and I'm sticking to it. (This item will be on the test.)

I don't know how things are in Lake Wobegon, but it's been a busy week in my world. 

I had lunch with a friend, and another friend and I attended a play at Theatre Gigante. This is a manageable schedule, but you must factor in World Cup Soccer. 

I reported that none of the platforms I use showed the games. Finally, I discovered Peacock made the Spanish broadcast available. 

Because I do not speak, write or think in Spanish, I become a fan in the stands. So I watch the game without commentary. Only in my case, I don't hear the crowd noise. 

I have an observation. The English broadcasts normally have closed captioning in various languages. However, the Spanish version only has closed captioning in Spanish.

The good news is the USA is advancing to the knockout phase. The bad news is they did it by scoring only two goals. 

On the Easel

Madame
9 x 12 Gouache
It's frustrating that this piece has more nuance and subtlety than this photograph shows. I referenced a Renoir portrait supplied by a Facebook poster Croce. Aside from the tremendous difference in talent and techniques between Auguste and Moi, my color choice is different. Renoir works in oils. I did this with gouache. In addition, I had no intention of copying his work.




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