The Worry Wall

Years ago, when I still had three teenagers living at home, dating, driving and doing all the things adolescents do, I decided I needed something to occupy my worried mind.  I love paint!  I started out with oils, but due to the chemical problems I was forced to give it up and go to acrylics.  Acrylics are a whole different medium, much harder to blend, nearly impossible to use a palate knife with, but much safer for me.  I'm certainly no artist, primitive at best and terrible on a rough textured wall, but loved to immerse myself in it just the same.  When I have a paintbrush in my hand, I have nothing else on my mind.  Sometimes that can be a life saver, especially with teen drivers on the road and dating.  I started out with a fence and it grew from there.  Originally, it only had a little bit of ivy.  As time went on, that ivy went out of control.  The more drama, the more ivy.  The grandkids loved it when they were potty training.  They would count cows and trees, find the cat, the pig, the dogs...

I haven't had the paint brush out for quite a while, even though there is always something I'm worrying about.  My old, tired body just can't take it anymore.  I miss it!