Suggestion To Other People

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The sign Suggestion To Other People can be seen everywhere in its abbreviated form. To some, that’s all it is, a suggestion. For me, it’s a STOP sign.

There are two STOP signs on my drive to work that are particularly notable in this double standard. I stop at them, others do not. I discovered this by working out the problem of some drivers tailgating me up to the first STOP sign. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t just use the left lane while I’m in the right lane.

My attempts at relaying this message to them by ESP never worked. One morning I decided that I would get in the left lane when someone was tailgating me up to the STOP sign. I’d let them go about their morning drive at their own (illegal) speed in the right lane and after they passed me, I’d return to the right lane and go about my morning drive at my own (legal) speed.

It wasn’t long before I had the chance to use my new plan. And it worked, but not in the manner I imagined. I moved over to the left lane and the other driver just kept going, through both STOP signs. I stopped; they didn’t even slow down.

Oh. STOP means stop for me, but it’s just a Suggestion To Other People.

Good to know.

A Purse and a Painting

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The first photo of the painting in progress. Just white canvas with a couple of blue lines.

A feather duster goes swimming

For months I had been watching the calendar at Austin’s Painting With A Twist, trying to find a time when I could take one of their classes. I finally found one: Van Gogh’s Tree.

The canvas with a blue sky (three shades of blue)

Blue skies, smiling at me .....

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The premise behind Painting With A Twist is that it’s a fun, social event where all the supplies are provided. They provide the space, instructor, apron, paint, canvas, brushes, everything! (It is not, however, an art school.)

The sky and background all filled in

Blue, lots of blue

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With two brushes, seven paint colors, a couple of paper plates and a few paper towels, we got down to the business of fun painting.

The tree painted in, with yellow, orange and green

A feather duster tree takes shape

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I walked in with a purse and two hours later I walked out with a purse and a painting.
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Now that’s my kind of art.

The finished tree painting

The finished tree

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I thought I had some orange in that tree, lots of orange, but it doesn’t look like it now.