paint a picture thread

Here comes Bobby...

Originally posted by HandyAndy
Here comes Bobby...

gb was already here.

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just the other day i got the porsche out of the garage...
my sweet candy apple red 911, it's an '82 slantnose...
i needed to drive into dallas, there's a jeweler there with an exquisite diamond he wants me to view...
not sure about the diamond itself, but, the company was to DIE for...
only two dozen of the elite were to be invited, or so i was told...
imagine my horror when i realized that the catering was by general bufingtons!!!
that fake could not roast a duck if julia showed him herself...
i went, but, i did not have a good time...
my snoot wuz just out of order...

I went 3 days with a strict liquid diet. That evening, I ate a can of corn without chewing.

Originally posted by Phlabibit
I went 3 days with a strict liquid diet. That evening, I ate a can of corn without chewing.

way, way TMI

I took two of our three dogs out to a camping area we use occasionally and found, when we got there, that the beautiful, quiet, out of the way, by the river had been denuded of most of the trees protecting the spot. I cried. 🙁:'(

Originally posted by Suzianne
way, way TMI

The thread title wasn't "paint a pretty picture thread".

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Representational painting would include an active man (swimming twice daily, tennis, volley ball and bragging rights doubles ping pong by the pool) in the upper left of the easled canvas, half begun. Slightly blurred abstract in the upper right would include ambulances; eleven physcians (who never did come to agreement on the cause of the hip to knee paralysis); numerous 24/7 consultations; X-Rays, Cat-Scanners, Advanced Imaging; catheterization and an all night invaisive and high risk abdominal surgery by the hospital's Senior O.R Team.

Lower left, flash forward from two weeks in Intensive Care anchored by multi-colored tubes to expensive slave computers link by techno magic to unforgiving machines dominating the painting's lower left quadrant's split screen. To the lower right there's an orderly jumble of an adjustable hospital bed with bedside tray in a narrow two guy man-pad; wheelchairs, walkers, crutches, cane; no television or phone; cheerful certified nursing assitants whose job is to feed and bathe and diaper patients unable to do so for themselves; charge nurses to administer 12 to 14 medications orally and by injection; shift dressing specialists to open the armpit to groin compression bandage in order to extract yellow and green fluids from two drainage sites and to change the compress dressing on the blood and puss oozing site of a forty staple vertical incision as needed which was 3-4 time each day; phlebotomists who enjoyed waking helpless Hall 100 patients, to draw blood weekly like big arse mosquitos in uniforms (Marlene was my fav... she liked the jokes I told her while drugged and still almost asleep... still remember her muted lilac perfume in that dank antiseptic room).

Also populate the lower right with doctors (enough for a poker night) making their grand rounds to justify exhorbitant lifestyles (Doc Eddie, a rough cut clownish, Russian Internist whose Israeli Family escaped thanks to their savvy, had more commonsense than the rest of his colleagues together); a rehabilitation/therapy department, especially Courtney, Theresa and Lori, to which and to whom I owe my mobility today. God Himself performed a gradual miracle on behalf of my family. Color this canvas any shade of >Grateful< you choose. -gb
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...and there goes Bobby.

But the 'Churner Prize' must go to Phlabibit.

Here is my contribution. A rare phenomenom in our part of the world. Fog, coupled with belowing freezing temperatures and the lack of any breeze....rare itself in this prairie state...that causes hoar to start growing upon every exposed surface. Every blade of grass, every tree branch, the railing on your back steps, everything. The longer the fog remains, the longer the cold continues, the longer the air remains motionless...the longer the frost grows. Crystal upon crystal. The silence, the beauty are awesome. The crystals pile on top of each other in random groupings. Venetian lace is common compared to the work of art unfolding. Antler-like shapes protrude as the mass of crystals reach the depth of an inch. I take pictures, but scarcely breathe for fear of breaking the spell. The sky is a brilliant blue overhead. The fog only encases the area reaching to the treetops. Where are the birds? Perhaps they sit mesmerized inside the trees, glorying with me at their familiar world becoming a wonderland of sparkling white. The rays of the sun are starting to come through the fog. The trees suddenly are covered with small colored lights...not just gold, but red, blue, green! They look like flocked Christmas trees. The whiteness is suddenly transformed with dancing sparks of light. There is no traffic. Not a sound to break the spell. The sun is making itself known now, and the frost starts to fall of its own weight. The enchantment of the moment is gone. I sigh and walk back into the house.

Originally posted by kevcvs57
But the 'Churner Prize' must go to Phlabibit.

Ugh!

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