Had a very nice Father's Day with my daughter Deena and her boyfiend Frank. They came out to Cave Creek and I made Bobby Cakes for them. We solved life and laughed, my three fave things: a good old-fashioned breakfast, good laughing and solving life.
At five, my new neighbors, Bob and Lynne Hoss had me over for dinner. Good time as well.
Closing in on another milestone in my newest sketchbook. Here's another batch of red sketches:
And another one, which puts me at 3,990 sketches. I'm pushing myself to do 10 today to make it to the big 4-0-0-0.
Worked on The Jerkwater Express painting yesterday and today. Started two, bogged down immediately. Stayed with it, this one is still not where I want it to be, more of a study really, but it's going to have to do. Need to get it off to Jeff at The Westerns Channel. Fortunately, all of that short-short ribbing paid off. Those guys are definitely in a bucket brigade. Train's not bad either, although I'm itching to have another go at the whole thing:
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"Everyone needs recognition for his accomplishments but few people make the need known quite as clearly as the little boy who said to his father: "Let's play darts. I'll throw and you say 'Wonderful!'"
—Arthur Lenehan
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