The new studio in Corpus Christi

Our move to Corpus Christi is almost complete. I sit in a hotel with my husband sleeping soundly and me, well... wide awake (thank you menopause) and pondering our new life here on the gulf coast. We close on our new home and my new studio tomorrow and I anxiously await getting my hands on the keys so I can go in and paint those awful bright yellow walls in my art studio a nice neutral color that won't affect the lighting of my work. Then, the moving van arrives with much of my precious art supplies (I hand carried the most delicate as well as competition pieces in the works) I look forward to finally getting settled and putting all this unrest behind me. It has been too long since I have actively painted and produced for ME, and am looking forward to this new adventure. I wonder where my work will lead me? I feel a change... a bend that I will follow and corner I will turn. It is exciting to know a new slate is before me. It is also time to dust off those notes on my manuscript and put some effort into writing about designing compositions for the watercolorist. Welcome to my new world... Day One in Corpus Christi.

Hopping to the other side.

One broken leg near the ankle, one terrible sinus/cold issue with head pounding so loudly that I can't think... and trying to sell a house and move across the state of Texas in the midst of it all. My dear husband feels completely stressed out and each time he looks at me with an out-of-control, I-don't-know-how-to-help look, I feel guilty! I wish I were feeling better, and certainly wish I had two strong legs to stand on right now. I wish I could take it all away from him so that he doesn't have any more stress on his head, but I can only carry what I can carry, and then some. He will have to carry his part, and then some. And somehow, just somehow... if we put one step (or hop) in front of the other, we will make it to the other side of this.