I already posted, on Facebook, photos of the two pieces of abstract art (acrylic paintings) I worked on yesterday. So, I won’t post them here, for fear of being labeled an egotist of epic proportions. (How could I cope with such a tragedy?)
The blank canvas has been nagging at me for months; for some reason, what little artistic talent I possess was unleashed today, along with a bit of clumsy artistic bumbling. I appreciate the positive comments; words of encouragement are always welcome, even when one suspects they arise from kindness, rather than admiration.
While I have virtually no artistic skill, I believe I may have sufficient creativity that, with some basic instruction in technique, I might produce evocative and provocative art. Then again, maybe not.
Now, on to matters of more urgency and import.
I attempted to have breakfast at a Mexican restaurant just outside the Village (El Padrino) that, for months, has been promoting that it will be “serving breakfast soon.” Yesterday, the sign said “Now Serving Breakfast.”
I parked at 7:05 a.m., five minutes after it ostensibly opened. I was greeted in the parking lot by an “Open” sign that flashed repeatedly in pink neon. Once inside, I waited for a staff member to show me to a seat, all of which were empty. I said, in a rather loud voice, “Hello?” And again. And again. My voice may have been drowned out by the loud Mexican Muzak. So I got louder. “HELLO!!” Crickets. At 7:12 a.m., I wandered back to the counter where I gather I would have paid my bill if anyone had been present to give it to me. There, I saw several one-page (back to back) menus; it could have been Denny’s. Virtually no Mexican dishes (that’s not fair…there was an omelet or two that mentioned hot peppers, Mexican spices, etc. After one and a half minutes of looking at the menu, still having neither seen nor heard any signs of a restaurant staff, I left.
I had a similar experience at lunch at Arkansas Pantry BBQ (where I waited 15 minutes for a waiter/waitress or water service, even, before I stood up and walked out).
Is it me?