Last night I awoke to an explosion. Well, maybe not an explosion but a couple of thunder claps that my foggy sleepy brain translated as an explosion. I nudged my husband and asked:
“What was that?” Yes, he was still asleep; he really can sleep through an explosion!
He told me it was thunder, rolled over and went back to sleep. I mean really now, what if it actually was an explosion? The rain that started to beat down on the roof told me that the man was right…again. Darn, he is always more alert than I.
I drifted back to fitful sleep sure that maybe today the world really was ending.
This morning when I awoke I was intent on proving my ever-right husband at least a little wrong. That was no ordinary thunderclap. So I went outside and surveyed the yard. Nothing. No damaged trees, no destruction of any sort. A look reveals that horses are peacefully grazing and bunnies are hopping. The searing heat has abated somewhat due to the storm. All appears right with the world, until I enter my family room and see that all the pictures that were on the wall were now scattered on the floor along with various knick-knacks. Ha! I knew it. I really must call, my overly calm husband at work and inform him that his prized beer bottle collection had a casualty, one broken bottle. I promise, I won't gloat. RIP little bottle.
It’s paint party Friday again, so today I have to share another little ACEO in acrylic of an appaloosa horse peacefully grazing. Be sure to check out all the wonderful art to be discovered at this weekly event. Thanks again to Kristen and Eva for hosting!