For me a wild and crazy evening is watching old episodes of Bowling for Dollars on YouTube. I get sleepy at 8:30 p.m. I'm a 35 year old with the mindset of someone 25 years older. For instance how many people in my age range do you know who: 1. Has Bread's greatest hits on cassette tape and has been meaning to buy the CD format of the album for the past ten years. 2. Tells everyone in the car to shush whenever Roger Whitaker's song, The last farewell plays on the oldies radio station and then blast's the volume. 3. Hear's an old song by Nat King Cole and say's, "Boy that song brings back memories" only to hear someone else reply, "What are you talking about, you weren't even thought of when that song came out!" 4. Use the term "whippersnapper" for kids under the age of ten years old. 5. Use slang expressions from the 1930's like "Gee fellas, that sounds swell." It's seem's like I've always been an old man. This would explain why it took me a year in a half to finish this painting. What took so long wasn't so much going back to it again and again until it was perfect. It had more to with the fact that it was a very challenging painting and I was scared to finish it. So, I put in the corner of my studio space and pretended it wasn't there for a while. Deep down I knew I had to finish this painting but the problem was that I didn't know how. Finally, I got the courage to finish it and it turn out O.K. I had to step out of my comfort zone with this painting but, I discovered that by doing that, I learned a lot more. This reminds me that I must always push myself further in order for my paintings to improve. In the meantime, there are things that I'll never get used to, like text messaging. It takes me forever to write a simple message. Honestly, I don't know how these young whippersnappers do it. That's the other thing that bothers me, how does one drive whilst one is sending and responding to text messages. I don't get how people are even able to do both things at once. I always have to make sure that I'm sitting down somewhere whenever I decide to chew a piece of bubblegum. Well, I've rambled on long enough in today's entry. Stay tuned for my next painting; another beach scene.