Jazz suggested in a comment that I take a walk to get myself “unstuck”, so I did. I’d been wanting to take a walk through the Beaurepaire Village in Beaconsfield for about two weeks now, so the butt-kicking was the perfect incentive to do that. A number of weeks ago, in an article in the local newspaper, there was mention of a new pub that had opened up there and I’d been wanting to find it. No such luck though. Seems like something’s amiss when you can’t find info on a new business, in this case a restaurant. I think, “Don’t they advertise? Don’t they want people to know they exist?” Doesn’t make sense to me.
On the way home I stopped at Centennial Park. It was relatively warm for mid-November. I found a small tangerine laying near a picnic table, probably someone’s lunch from earlier. I peeled it and tossed it over to the squirrels and gulls that were nearby. Uh, no. Citrus isn’t on their list of foods to scavenge. I had brought my small sketchbook and told myself why not try to do a brief sketch (Do others talk to themselves like I do? I ask myself if I feel like sketching as well as reply. I dialogue with the animals I meet, too. Every once in a while I get self-conscious that someone might notice and think it bizarre: “Mom! That old lady’s talking to herself/the squirrels!”) Oh, the sketch. Yeah…I did a brief sketch of a tree and looking towards a breaker.
I talk to myself and squirrels and birds and all sorts of other things all the time.
I’m apparently in good company! Wonder why I don’t see other’s doing it. You guys must have mastered some way to disguise it. Thanks, Mrs. Jazz! ~pj
Me too. In fact, a neighbor once told me that another neighbor said about me “Oh, she’s nice, yes…but I see she talks to herself in her kitchen”
I’m really not sure what I’m most disturbed about…1) that someone caught me. 2) that I was loud enough to be heard 3) what was that guy doing looking in my kitchen window?! Anyway…he moved away a long time ago and I still chat with myself! Thankfully, I have a dog now so I just talk to her and it’s all OKAY.
Your sketch is lovely and I hope you’re out of your stuckness very soon.
Ooh…That IS creepy that the guy seemed to have been watching you. Good thing he’s gone. And, yes, an animal to talk to make us appear oh so much saner! -grin!- ~pj
I like the waves in this sketch!
As for the tangerine, here’s a rule of thumb for Centennial Park: If there’s food left uneaten by those audacious squirrels, they don’t want it! I’ve never seen squirrels like these. They’ll climb on the table you’re eating at, and grab a fork, tie a napkin round their necks, ask you to pass the salt and dig in all before you’ve had your first bite!
Ha ha! What a great image! Between the gulls and squirrels at that park, it’s quite a menagerie! And I should have known that if the food was still there, they didn’t want it. I was reasoning that maybe it was because it was unpeeled. Nope. : ) Thanks, Patti! ~pj