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Carol, you sweetie!
The deal is:
I have been waiting to hear about my Mom and she just called and has cancer in the lung, something undetermined in the liver and two more days of tests.
I was painting to keep from hitting my head against the wall.
My friend the doctor, not only talked me down, she is sending money for a matching portrait of her Airedales and airline tickets for later this summer. The girls love themselves, MOM loves her new look, I am way too happy while doing my whirling dervish thing. Like drugs, when I get painting it is painful to stop. It means I have to think.
Started it on Saturday. Done on Wednesday. ONLY a friend would get that kind of service. Now I am on beating the hills for something else to do.
I will bring it to the SAL for critique on Tuesday.
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