Losing an old friend . . .

I was a little sad when I got home yesterday.

This is the site that normally greets me when I walk into the living room.

But, yesterday an old friend was missing in my view.

My old yellow truck is gone, possibly never to be seen again.

It is here, along with many of my other favorites , for two months.

My fear is that the exposure of this venue will bring it to the attention of many more people.

What if my old friend never returns?

Marriage to an artist, at least my artist, means an ever changing gallery.

Steve sells paintings (thank goodness or we might not eat) frequently and I am always happy for him.

Mt. Whitney will be picked up today.

Catalina Island, which has been on an installment plan since January, will be paid off and leaving for its new home next week.

 I have no problem with them leaving.

But, it is hard to lose a truck painting, AGAIN!

My first love was a red truck

which we spotted in a field at a winery in Mendocino.

I had 3 good years with the red truck before it moved to the home of friends where it graces their living room wall. 

Next came the yellow truck which I spotted in a field in Sonoma during a Thanksgiving winery tour.

I was driving on the way home and pulled over, in the rain, insisting that Steve get out and take a photograph.

First came a small painting just 24" x 30" which sold immediately upon completion.

The 48" x 60" inch version has hung on the living room wall for several years.

Its removal leaves a gaping space on the wall.

What do we put there?

This view from JP's old loft in Los Angeles?

 House boats in Sausalito?

A scene from my garden?

Or, maybe I get Steve to paint me something completely different.

I have a volleyball tournament today so Steve is going to surprise me with his choice.

My old friend is gone, but I know I will find a new one.

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