BRAIN DEAD.

Some mornings you wake up and you are brain-dead. I tried to write my Christmas letter and all I could focus on was the accident and the aftermath. A close friend lost her husband Thursday. And, another friend's grandson was murdered by his own daughter's murderer, the husband/father. A serial killer on our road? Hard to believe.

Suddenly, I felt like I had no good cheer to offer this morning.  Gotta get a grip! Plus, it vexes me that I don't have access to pictures I took and stored with my Motor Home computer, and stuff on this computer is not available from the Motor Home unless I carry a heavy computer back and forth. They were uploaded to Picasa, but I can't figure out how to get them burned to a disk from Picasa.
I pressed a friend to teach me how to put pictures in a Christmas letter, so maybe I'll hear from him today. 

Yesterday, I put up some of the Christmas lights and have a living room full of boxes to decorate for Christmas. Not a card sent. Maybe today will be more productive and spirited. Put on the carols, have some mulled wine...hey, it is time to get into the spirit of Christmas.
Today, I'll just post a couple of old pictures I like.


I love this one of my brother warming his pizza on an iron. He was demonstrating how he did things in his younger bachelor days.


This painting from the Florence Griswold School intrigues me because it has that I'm taking a picture of you while you are aiming at me, effect.


And, this pen and ink drawing of a woman who seems just a bit suspicious of the viewers  motives.
Art heals, but I let the wood stove fire go out to remove the ashes and now I'm chilled. Gotta get a cup of coffee.