Carlo and Parker Discuss the Convergence of Lion Bib and Cow Costume

Dear Imaginary Friend,
Thanks for being a faithful reader! To wit, your reward is getting to see two good-looking gentlemen.
Your Imaginary Bloggy Friend,
Patsie

Babysitting Cute Stuffings Last Night

Guess Who Came to Visit Last Night?

Dear Imaginary Friend,

Who is 

1.Very Cute 

2. Loves to be held 

3. Wears cow costumes bought by his coocoo for cocopuffs grandmother?

(Well, it is not the Queen of England, that's for sure!)
Parker, that's who! He is almost 6 months old, and he tries to sit up, with varying success. Hence the boo boos on his face.

He is chewing on everything, like a puppy, because his teeth are trying to cut through.

His eyes are turning hazel, and his hair is both brown and blond depending on where you look.

Don't you think that some of us are just made to wear cow outfits??

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie

Mrs. William Wegman

Mrs. William Wegman, 20 x 16", Oil, by Patricia Uchello

Dear Imaginary Friend,

Here we have the true love of William Wegman's life: an elegant, anthropomorphic Weimaraner. Yes, silly, I know she is a dog! That is the whole point. Wegman is the famous photographer who loved no subject more than Weimaraners, with their lovely gray close-cropped coats, and green eyes.

This is a painting, sprung from my imagination, of a dog who has eyes only for Mr. Wegman.

OK, that is just weird! My art has gone to the dogs.
Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie

Enticing or Molesting: Both SO Wrong

Dear Imaginary Reader,

If you are into molesting alligators, you are in serious trouble, every which way, and I strongly recommend that you avoid the Loxahatchee River near Jupiter, FL, as it is strictly forbidden down there.

And what are you thinking???????

Honestly, get some psychotherapy.

Sincerely,

Patsie, Concerned Citizen

Lake Okeechobee

The marshy edges of Lake Okeechobee in South Florida are pictured above. We saw a gator and some beautiful birds in the marsh grasses. We were looking southward from the town of Okeechobee; the lake has a 30 foot levee surrounding it. The lake is the headwater of the Everglades, which is technically a river, as opposed to a swamp. It was a hike from Jupiter, but worth it for the sunset views.

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie

Art Attack: SO Much to See, Part 2

Dear Imaginary Friend,

Are you a fan of the master artists? I certainly am, and I just love trekking to the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC, in our home town.

Today, my friend Joan and I did a blitzkrieg museum visit.

In the East Wing Building alone, we saw an extensive exhibit of Canaletto and his Rivals, and then Gauguin, and then Small French Paintings.

Then we walked the length, back and forth, of the West Wing, seeing the Impressionist Chester Dale Collection.

My hoofies are killing me!

Such beauties! (The paintings, not my feet.)
I was especially interested in the Canaletto show, because last year, I painted the Grand Canal of Venice, which believe me, was a total bear of a painting, especially because my canvas was about 40" wide by 30" tall. 

The amount of detail that went into Canaletto's masterpieces is mind-blowing. His work makes me feel like a lazy slug. I would love to know several things: Did he have many apprentices helping him? What would be the equivalent price of his canal scenes in today's dollars, US? How long did these masterpieces take to complete? Did he become wealthy from his art? Where can I get some uber-talented apprentices who work for free? (requirement: they must be better painters than I am...)
If you know the answer to any of the above questions, please respond in the comments section. I would love to know!

Visiting art museums is a two pronged emotional event. On the one hand, it inspires me to reach higher and be my absolute best.

On the other hand, it makes me feel like a loser who cannot hold a candle-etto to Canaletto.

I am hoping that he had some egregious faults, like really crummy hair, plenty of acne, or bad posture, at the very least. If I am lucky, he had scads of teenagers with attitude, a gambling problem, and tight shoes.

Now that I have vented, I feel better, although my hoofies still hurt. Must be my tight shoes.

Your Imaginary Artist Friend,

Patsie

Jupiter Lighthouse: Your Tax Dollars at Work!

This lighthouse serves as a beacon, pointing out the way for Tiger Woods' yacht

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Dear Imaginary Reader,

I hope that we all sleep better at night, knowing that our tax dollars help the rich and famous find their way home in their yachts.

Celine Dion, happy to help! You, too, Greg Norman!
Cheers,

Patsie