Georgia Sheridan's Farm.
I played hooky from work on my son Jason's 16th birthday, and
went to paint Georgia's farm.
Thinking she may be there, I was prepared for an interesting
day. Alas, she had been taken to the
hospital with acute pains of the stomach. These pains turned
out to be an anxiety attack of some sort.
Standing at the end of the driveway, drinking two small
bottles of champagne we'd received from
Chinese takeout, with the sun blazing down, a fine piece of
work if ever I did say so.
