Sunday evening-sitting down

with a hot cup of my special "Fireside Chat" tea.  I keep it in a very pretty blue tin, hidden at the back of my cupboard, and only drink it about once a week.

The sun was out today, and is predicted to be out most of the morning tomorrow, so I plan to do some painting, in the garden.  Fingers crossed! I attended the lecture this afternoon at the gallery in St. Boniface.  Parking was a challenge, as half the streets there were closed, so that murals could be painted on the pavement.  It seems that there is some sort of celebration next weekend.  Seriously, that is the only real evidence I've seen, with the exception of the e-mails we've been getting from the casino suggesting that we spend the holiday with them.

The lecture was on an Austrian artist/architect called Friedensreich Hundertwasser.  I use the term "called" as his real name was Friedrich Stowasser.  Evidently he was quite a"mover and shaker", and very influential in many ways to both the artistic and architectural communities.  He was a born marketeer, and marketed himself very well, retaining the rights to any work he did, and becoming very, very rich in the process.  He lived the last 1/3 of his life in New Zealand, and is considered a favourite son of that country, making even more money designing postage stamps, and even flags.  Now, if I could just figure out how he did it, I could be rich too.  Since David has decided to never buy lottery tickets again, we can no longer count on that route.  So there isn't even a glimmer of hope--which is what I always thought we were buying.

I did enjoy the afternoon out, despite my friend, Gail, not making it.  I felt welcome, and knew about 1/2 the people there.  There was some discussion as part of the presentation, and I was comfortable with that as well.

Prior to that, we both had our hair cut this morning.  The salon is in the lobby of Walmart, and we both had thought that it opened at 11:00.  Boy, are we ever out of touch!  Walmart now opens at 9:00 on Sundays, and the hair salon at 10:00.  David had his done first, as planned, and then she took me for both a colour ( just highlights), and cut. Both were more than overdue.  So I was there until going up 12:00.  During that time, only three more men came in for cuts, (there was another hairdresser looking after them) but just as she was finishing with me, all sorts of people came in and lined up.  She told me that it would be frantically busy for the rest of the day, and neither of them would get any sort of break.  So I'm much happier now that my darker hair is back.  The previous highlights were done  in January and had faded badly.

Now for a game of poker, before watching my special tv show for the day--The Good Witch.