Art can make you smile!

The lady who fixed my  broken iv at the hospital(I had torn it out on a visit to the bathroom)drew a picture on the long cloth bandage that she had wrapped around my arm to help keep in place the iv needle, that was sending nourishment to my body.

Little did the woman know that I would cut her art out of the long bandage and clip it to my wall along with all the other bits and pieces of art that we have gathered about us in this house. This is an art house, and I appreciate the art that the lady drew for me that day in the hospital, the smile that it put on my face then, and the smile that it puts on my face now

Sometimes, I think I’m skinny. Sometimes, I think I’m fat. Does the mirror lie to us? Sometimes, I think I am smart. Sometimes, I think that I am stupid. Does what other people say or do to us affect our intelligence, or are the smarts strictly from within?