Watching time go by with a painting a day and showing others where to look.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
A semi-torturous day. Michael, that usually good-hearted man, bought a bike rack and whisked me off to the middle of the Everglades for a !% 15 MILE %#@ bike ride. There were alligators (MORE THAN WE COULD KEEP COUNT OF) on the path, and snakes, cool birds, and it rained, and my butt is killing me softly. He is lucky this isn't a first date.