Yes, this past Friday. Did you get someone, or did someone get you? I refrained from commenting about how that day went, because of so many different things happened that spun so many different emotions. Sure made me look like a fool.

Started off great, I sketched up a few pieces I want to work, and laid down some underpainting. I was embracing the sudden rush of creativity. These past few days had been kinda sluggish, art wise, which is why I was so enthused by the flooding of images in my head and my sudden need for putting them down on paper -quick.

Then, a phone call from my friend, confirming she was coming over. How exciting! We were going to have a great day.

Wait for it... 'cept for the moment her two year old messed up one of my paintings. You remember this one? I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. So did my friend. Well, she did do some screaming. I had laid it out, ready to take to the shop for framing on Saturday, and now, well, now I'm trying to figure out if I can fix it. *sigh*

This to compound on a sort of creative halt. Now looking at this painting in it's current state just floors me. I might end up just taking that piece onto the guest room, out of sight, so that I may finish the other pieces I'm working on.

Tomorrow, I'm taking my painting outside. I'm hoping for a day similar to these past few ones, because they've been just heavenly, picture perfect.

Another event that messed up part of my Friday was when my friend and I returned home after stepping out for a couple of hours, my son, BlogBoy, greeted me in sobs and tears. Reason? He was punched in the mouth by a classmate. Hello?! I was in 8th grade before my first fight. I had already graduated for my second one, and it was with a guy. And no, he didn't hit back. He knew what was better for him. Neither ocassion was the reason when I was suspended. (I'll tell you some other time about that incident.) What's with kids nowadays?

The principal took care of the situation, as my husband informed me, and the attacker was suspended for three days. BlogBoy wrote about it in his journal, but I just think it's just too hard for him to blog about right now. He'll fill you in with the details when he does. Today, however, I kept him home from school. He got into his clothes and was all set, when he suddenly started crying that he didn't want to go to school. I wasn't about to send him in that state of mind. We've talked, gone through an energy balance, but I feel I'm at a loss with him. I don't bring up my children encouraging violence, but I also don't want him getting bullied either, you know? He should defend himself. But what does a mom say?

A really positive thing was when I received a message from my best friend Lori, from Canada. We hadn't 'talked' for a while, and I thought perhaps I said something hurtful, or was misunderstood. It was due to missed communication, as in she never got my messages. We're good! I'm looking forward to seeing pics of her, her baby boy, and the rest of her family. :o)

Good things for today? The Buzz is back. I also have another picture up at Beyond Focus.