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The Husband is almost retired from the NYPD. Although we are both too young to retire permanently, he can always retire and get another job. He says he wants to be a dog walker. That’s fine with me. He loves animals and they love him.
But it got me to thinking. What would we do if we were really retired and on a fixed income. I recently told a friend that I liked the words “Trust Fund”. Unfortunately I doubt the words “trust fund” and “Carol King” will ever be uttered in the same sentence. However, I have some sentence examples if anyone is interested in helping a girl out:
“Carol King, we like you so much we set up a zillion dollar trust fund for you.”
“Carol King, because you do some much for everyone else, I’d like you to take over my 20 million dollar trust fund and live in my townhouse on East 71st Street off 5th Ave which, by the way comes with a live-in house-keeper and chef.”
“Carol, you know I don’t like living in the City anymore, but why don’t you live in my 15 room apartment in the Dakota. I’ve set up a Trust Fund for your living expenses.”
Other phrases I like:
- Expense account
- All inclusive
- It’s on us
Another friend once told me that if she was at the point where she was eating cat food, she would make sure it was at least Fancy Feast. I do wonder what life would be like after retirement. Would I like it? Would I be bored? Would I do all the things I say I want to do and then never do. (paint, draw, learn Spanish, read all those books, exercise, learn yoga?) I know when I’m off I have a tendency to start watching daytime TV and next thing you know BAM it’s 5 pm and I’ve lost the whole day. Or I start to sleep later and later and then stay up all night.
The same friend who said she will eat fancy feast if it came down to her eating cat food also has a rule that she will not turn the TV on until 5 pm. I think that’s a good rule. I won’t follow it, but it’s a good rule.
Right now this is all just speculation. I’m not retiring anytime soon. So excuse me, I have to go back to work filling out forms and dealing with red tape.
Not having any inspiration to paint I pulled out a Charles Reid book and decided to paint from one of his paintings. Palm trees and a beautiful beach. Maybe that could be me and The Husband? Hmmm, retirement wouldn’t be so bad.
I haven’t posted lately because I have iron-poor blood. So said my doctor, but once again, I didn’t need no doctor to tell me I was anemic. When my iron goes too low I crave olives. CRAVE THEM. MUST HAVE OLIVES!!!
The Husband HATES olives so when I’m going for the jar he runs for the hills. (And when I say hills I mean out of the kitchen. You can’t run that far in my apartment.)
She (The doctor) also told me my blood sugar is too high which I also knew. Why do I pay these doctors? I have accurately diagnosed myself more often than not. Just call me Dr. House.
High sugar and low iron = me being tired. All the time tired. Even more tired than I usually am, which is a lot.
Oh well, no one wants to hear me complain, even though this blog IS titled “Drawing, Painting, Complaining” so it’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting into. :)
I was finally able to finish this painting even though I needed a lot of naps during the painting process. In fact, I need a nap now. Thanks for stopping by zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I got to use my figures technique from the Art Students League classes by painting this man without drawing first. I first drew the shape of the man in one color similar to the technique I learned at the ASL like the ones here: https://carolking.wordpress.com/2014/05/23/fleet-week-final-figures. After the shape was right I was able to go back in and work on details.
I had to redraw his face a few times, but I must say my classes really helped improve my figure drawing. Now that’s it’s dry I’m going to go back in and darken the area behind his back to create a shadow.
Clearly he’s tired and needed a rest from schlepping those bags. I, too, need a rest…from all those Facebook quizzes. Or maybe I don’t since I’m still taking them. Let’s review: My number is “7”, I’m Water, I’m a polar bear, I should live in Amsterdam, Paris, or Barcelona depending on how many times I took that particular quiz. I could go on and on. In fact, I think I will…(sorry Bill Bryson.)
Some of my favorite quizzes aren’t about one’s personality. Some of the more fun ones are “Who said that, the Pope or Lord Voldemort?” Or: “Is it cheese or a piece of IKEA furniture?”
Sigh, I would get so much more done if I wasn’t so curious about what home I should live in, what flower I am, or which Game of Thrones house I should belong to. Here’s an article from the NYPost which talks about why these quizzes are so popular. It’s interesting, but I never read anything in the Post without a grain (or whole salt shaker’s worth) of salt. http://nypost.com/2014/02/24/why-online-quizzes-are-taking-over-your-facebook-feed/
Sadly, I also know that these quizzes are data mining…trying to find out as much as possible about me so they can then sell me stuff. It’s creepy…like the way I send an email to someone and mention oh, I don’t know, my painting and suddenly my gmail sidebar is filled with ads for watercolor paint and supplies. Big brother is always watching.
I bet this guy in the painting doesn’t own a computer or is on Facebook. He’s never taken a FB quiz or sent an email. He may be smarter than all of us. Mi amigo es más inteligente que yo.
It was so much fun to do this painting. Yes, it’s dark and gritty. I like that. I can hear the noise of the train going by when I look at this. I also remember that scene in the Blues Brothers movie from 1980. The brothers are in an apartment right next to the Chicago El:
Jake: How often does the train go by?
Elwood: So often that you won’t even notice it.
NYC elevated subway line, Brooklyn. Watercolor on 300# Arches coldpress. Size is 163/4″ x 25″
I did this City-scape in the style of Tim Saternow and Joan Iaconnetti using the “breaking all the rules of watercolor” technique. I started with a grisaille first painting only values starting with the darkest to the lightest using W&N Paynes Gray. Once that was done, I took a large brush with clean water and splashed that clean water in spots over the painting. I then used a warm color, burnt sienna, and a cool color, paynes gray and splashed the painting some more. I then left it overnight to dry.
Final Grisaille splashed with clean water.
The following day all the paint had dried and I was ready to work on it some more. I softened some of the edges of the splashed paint, I reestablished some areas that were lost from the splashed paint and finally I added some “local” color including the orange in the sign, some blues and greens and yellows in the cars and some earth red for the rust in the steel.
Grisaille splashed with paynes gray and burnt sienna.
Sketch of the view from our room in Antigua at the St. James’s Club
The Husband and I had had enough of the polar vortex, the cold, the snow, the winter! A trip to the tropical Isle of Antigua helped rid us of our winter blues. The sketch above was done from the balcony of our room. Full disclosure, it’s hard to sketch when there were never ending rum punches!
We were lucky enough to get away for a week and had a grand time. However, before we left my sister had an Easter Egg coloring day with some friends and me. We decided to try these silk dyed eggs which one of us had seen on pinterest.
We’d done decoupaged easter eggs, seen here: https://carolking.wordpress.com/2010/04/10/decoupaged-easter-eggs-and-a-vision-in-pink/ This process was a little more time consuming. One needs 100% silk ties. Alice’s husband supplied some and the thrift store supplied more.
Here are the instructions:
- Cut up the silk ties in squares. Make sure they are large enough to wrap around the eggs.
- Wrap the egg with the silk square, making sure the right side is against the egg.
- Tie tightly using a twist tie
- Wrap the silk wrapped tie with another square of white cotton cloth.
- Tie tightly again using the twist tie.
- Put the eggs in a pot of water. Make sure you have enough water to cover the eggs.
- Add approx 3 tablespoons of white vinegar
- Bring water to a boil and then cook the eggs as if to hard-boil.
- Remove the eggs from the water and let cool.
- Unwrap the eggs and stare at your beautiful eggs.
- It’s not recommended to eat the eggs since we don’t know the safeness of the silk dye.
- My friend Jean blew the eggs out first and then did the process above so she could save the eggs forever!
- Silk scarves and blouses might work too. If you try it let me know.
- The tighter you wrap the square of silk the better the designs transfer. We were ok with the marbleized effect rather than having a perfectly transferred pattern.
Here are our results:
Here’s some info on pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/robertm/tie-dyed-eggs/ Have fun!
Nothing to see here is how I feel about the above works in progress. They either need more work or I should just start again. Nothing to see here is also what the cops will always tell a crowd as it gathers to see what’s going on at a crime scene. The Husband used to tell me when he was on patrol that when he told people there was “nothing to see here” they wouldn’t believe him. So he would tell them “triple homicide” and they walked away happy. People are strange.
In the people are strange category I wanted to share the two photos below. One is of stuffed animals imprisoned in a window. These stuffed animals have been in this building’s window for as long as I can remember and I’m ready to start a “free the stuffed animals of Carroll Street” fund to see if we can get them out. I find them a bit creepy. I can hear them screaming “help us” and “get us outta here”, can’t you?
The photo below was taken during one of my dog walks. I wondered if there had been a lovers’ quarrel and someone would come home later to find their clothes on the sidewalk.
I guess I’m wrong. There’s always something to see. At least in the streets of NYC!
I finally got around to meeting my friend Judy for lunch (she had a chicken salad sandwich on rye toast and I had scrambled eggs) and had the opportunity to give her the painting I did of one of her kittens (Roberta) looking out Judy’s window at the snow.
Later, when Judy got home with the painting, Roberta went right up to the painting to check herself out. (see the picture above) The other kitten, Audrey, must have been miffed because she couldn’t care less about the painting. And since the kittens have their own FACEBOOK page they know what it’s like to be adored by their fans.
I laughed and laughed at this picture of Roberta checking herself out. Maybe I’ll have to paint this next and then Roberta can look at that painting and it can go on and on and on.
- There are thick layers of muddy sediment in the tanks
- Even some that are routinely maintained contain E. coli (a microbe carried in the feces of mammals and birds)
- Dr. Stephen C. Edberg, a public-health microbiologist at Yale University who invented the now-standard test for bacterial contamination in drinking water, was so alarmed by the results that he immediately alerted the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene.
- Building owners are not required to submit proof to the city that cleanings and inspections have been conducted, as they do for elevator and boiler inspections. Until recently, they did not have to provide evidence of the inspections to their tenants.
- Another potential concern is the use of an epoxy called Sea Goin’ Poxy Putty, which is not approved for use in drinking water, a violation of the city’s health code.
- One day he found a pigeon bone in the strainer of a resident’s kitchen faucet.
- Tank cleaning companies have an inventory of stories about finding dead birds, mice and animal droppings. One cleaner discovered a homeless person living in the attic space between a tank cover and the roof.
I still drink the tap water.
And apropos of nothing, the water itself is not Kosher because of copepods found in the water! I’m not kosher or even Jewish, but now I always check my water to see if I can see those little critters floating around. (So far I haven’t seen a thing.) Still, with all of this info, you can’t beat our bagels. And why? Because they are boiled in NYC water. Maybe the copepods give them some extra flavor?
Speaking of water, the Gowanus is still a filthy, polluted superfund site. I remember when I first moved into my current apartment I would hear fog horns late at night. Those were from the boats passing through the canal. I have no idea what this boat would be used for on the canal, but I thought it looked cool and colorful. I used artistic license and made the water look cleaner than it actually is. I was going to put a little water tower far in the background in the upper left corner. I still may. But for now it’s done.
There were two days this past weekend when the sky was blue and the sun was shining and it was a balmy 50 degrees. I felt my SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) a/k/a winter blues slowly melt away with the warmer weather. And my BAD returned (Bad Attitude Disorder). While BAD is not recognized by the AMA or the Mayo clinic or even WebMD, I can assure you that most people in big cities have it at one time or another. Suddenly the warm weather and the sunshine dissipated, the Polar Vortex returned as did the snow and so did my SAD combined with my usual BAD which can be a dangerous combination.
My remedy was to paint some flowers. I found this blog called The Painted Prism which had a workshop so I went to town. I didn’t have the exact colors she called for, nor did I use the salt for texture, but I am very happy with the result. Can tulips and daffodils be far behind?
I am petrified that I am starting to have short-term memory loss. Or the beginnings of dementia. I can’t remember anything anymore. Ask me what I did yesterday. Who knows. What’s that person’s name? Not a clue. It’s frustrating. Words are on the tip of my tongue and then I forget them or what I was going to say.
I just read in AARP magazine about a test for dementia. (Why do they continue to send me this magazine? I’ve already told them I am too young for it.) AARP magazine could NOT be more depressing. It’s dedicated to stories on how to watch out for scams on older people. How to make sure that you have enough money after retirement so you’re not eating cat food. Tests to see how long you’ll live. And, of course, tests for dementia and Alzheimer’s.
Which brings me to my point. (Yes, not only did I have one but I remembered what it was since the first paragraph of this post!) Two friends and I went to see a Broadway musical (which we all hated). Since it was Valentine’s day week, I got them small little heart-shaped boxes of Russell Stover chocolates. As we were seated I reached down and handed them the boxes saying “Happy Thanksgiving!” They stared at me. Then we all laughed. But still.
In this month’s AARP magazine there was a test for Alzheimer’s involving peanut butter. If you could smell peanut butter with your right nostril but not your left (or vice versa I don’t remember), you may have early stages of the disease. I can tell you for sure my dog does not have it. You can open a jar of peanut butter 3 blocks away and she’ll smell it.
On another note, which has nothing to do with peanut butter or tests for dementia, I will give you the best review of the musical we all hated by my friend Josh who saw it a week after we did. He said, and I quote:
“The first act was awful.
The second act was better because I was at Starbucks.”
The above painting was done using a reference photo from my friend Judy who recently rescued and adopted two kittens, Audrey and Roberta. They have their own Facebook page. They are adorable. And, they are now part of a big happy family which also includes Madison the cat and Benny the dog. Hope you like the painting Judalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.