Day after Day
You know the drill. The days blur into weeks and suddenly it’s late February. We’re nearly a year into the pandemic and, although I’m grateful for how fortunate I have been, I’m tired too. My sketchbook typically reflects moments of beauty and discovery, but I thought I should also record the sameness and sentiment of “Just another Covid day.” I was glad for the geese…and the coffee.
Drawn In 
As bad as this year has been, I’m still thankful for the many positive things-like your weekly postings! Love the “picture in picture” of your walk.
Thanks Denise. I am very grateful for the support of this online community.
The rising sun has lit up some frosty trees across the pond and there are diamonds on my deck. Cardinals are guarding the feeder and a red bellied woodpecker is on the suet. I have my coffee. Yesterday I went to Hudson Farmer’s Market for tulips and they are so beautiful to have in a vase on the table. Yes, another Covid day in which I will be thankful for my good fortune (and not to live in Texas). I love this post Jean. Last year on this date I was almost a week following rotator cuff surgery. The pain was horrible. I was humbled to my core. So….I am tired too!! Your weekly art is a joy to receive and inspiring. I have picked up my pen, made a sketch and added watercolor. What fun!
Isn’t it nice to have sun today! Makes a big difference. Glad you picked up some tulips, too. That’s a smart move. Enjoy the day!
Though it describes my sentiments nearly exact (I’m not currently employed, self or otherwise) I really get it. But your posts lift my mood. They keep me sketching and thinking about the outside world. I too love the picture in a picture. Keep them coming.
Thanks Erica. I’m so glad that my posts connect me with a wider world…as does going outside to sketch. Hang in for better days ahead and enjoy the small moments of joy now.
Hang in there Jean. When I feel frustrated about the limitations we deal with because of covid I remind myself how limiting death is and how permanent it is. At least this too shall pass. The thing that bothers me is the cavalier attitude people have about the immense loss of life. Massive compared to 9/11 and yet older lives and other victims that aren’t known personally don’t matter. It is caring souls like yourself who give me hope. Bless you and be encouraged that you are making the world a little bit brighter in a world where so many people seem selfish and uncaring..
The loss of life is beyond comprehension; the ask for all of us to do our part is minute compared to the sacrifice of front line workers. I am grateful for the many small joys each day, while also feeling the weight of the past year. Thanks for your encouragement.
ohmy….have you been spying on my life? hahaha- this looks like a pretty familiar day to me!! Although….today was a miraculous change – I went cross-country skiing in the bright sunshine with a friend at Harkness park this afternoon…AND we saw a HUGE gathering of cedar wax-wings in the large row of overgrown shrubs (ligustrums?? not sure) they were full of these tiny black berries, and the birds were not bothered by our presence at all. (sadly I didn’t have my sketchbook, since it was an outing with a friend) – but this huge presence of birds really made my day!! I live for these moments of wonder!! 😀 And your encouragement of doing those ‘super quick ink sketches’ in winter has been a LOAD of fun for me!! Thank you!!
Great that you got outside for skiing with a friend! And SO nice to have sunshine for a change. It helps a lot! I got out for a run and a hike and in between baked cream puffs and checked off some chores. I could use another day of weekend. Back to lots of time on a laptop tomorrow. Stay well and sane– keep painting!
Love these pages
Thanks much!
That’s a smart thing to do – after all, it’s the reality that’s in front of us. A day of coffee, a walk, some work, and lots of geese is not a bad day, either. But next time, do you think you can add a sketch of a mask, kind of crumpled up and looking sad? 😉
I’m trying to avoid sketching my mask. Maybe I’ll do it when we can finally stop wearing them. Until then, I am trying to appreciate the good things about this time: the slower pace, work-from-home, less running around, and some longer stretches with my sons. And, of course, the coffee.
Yes everything blurrs, nothing defines a week, a day, a month. The only fixed point now is ipaintbirbs stream twice a week.
Jean, You really captured late February in your sketch. Very nice job. You do with your pens, pencils, brushes and paints what I try to do with my camera. When I read “the days blur into weeks” I had a flashback and thought of Dionne Warwick’s “Do You Know the Way to San Jose”: “Week turn into years, how quick they pass…”
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