terrible journalling

I am terrible at online journals. Partially I find it so impersonal, to share my life with strangers in cyber world instead of having a face to face conversation. But then, I have my music online so I suppose it is the same thing. This is less poetic, though.

I have spent the day reorganizing, working through finance spreadsheets, dog walking, house cleaning, making appointments, and wishing I was painting instead of doing all these things. That's for Wednesday...I have officially made a painting date with a new friend, and I am really looking forward to it. I am thinking of doing a new painting that requires many hours of my time. I haven't done that in a while. I keep trying to just do this abstract work that I love so much, but my abstract just looks like crap and I end up putting it in the closet to be resurrected and painted over another day. I think this time I will go back to painting realism, which I am much better at, but which takes up more of my time.

In order to show a picture of one of my paintings on this blog, I just spent 2 hours looking for the one little cable that attaches the computer to the camera. I know it's here somewhere because my husband just used it a few weeks ago. But do you think I can find it? Of course not. So all my creative energy for the day was spent searching high and low through hundreds of cables and cords and still not finding the elusive camera cable. This camera is my nemesis. Not only do I have no idea how to properly use it to take pictures of said art, but it doesn't matter anyway because no one will ever see them. Sigh...