So after better than ten years of no network television and four years of nothing other than Netflix and (recently) Amazon, we finally hooked up an antenna. The reason we had satellite at all was simply because we were in "black hole"--the analogue signal simply couldn't reach us. Thanks to the digital signal, we now have ten channels (half of which are public television stations). The menfolk were really pushing for it and as it wasn't going to add to our monthly expenses, I decided that it couldn't hurt.
Sam complained that the show was boring, but didn't leave the room. In fact, his eyes never left the set.
Gary and I were mesmerized as Bob took an empty canvas, put a tree on it, an icy pond, a cabin, and snow--all with just a few simple brush strokes. As he talked, Bob was using welcoming, soft phrases like, "This is your world, you find the place a tree should be and put it there. Ahh! Look, there's one in there, see it?" We nodded our heads. "And I think there's a happy little cloud right over there that just needs a little encouragement to come out. So lets take a little titanium white on our brush and mix it with . . . " We gasped as the cloud appeared, barely refraining from clapping. "See? Painting is all about finding the things hidden in your world and giving them color. Really, a lot things are like this . . . " We snuggle closer. "Sorry about sniping at you earlier." "No. No. I'm the one who's sorry . . . "