Today I spent an afternoon ”Painting with Bob Ross.” Remember him? The gentle voice creating a masterpiece so deftly? My mom used to watch him, so we all watched him in the afternoons. I was hoping for a nap, but his melodic voice kept me checking his skill as he created a mountain scene.
“These little trees are fun, and it’s your world, so add as many as you want.” ”Remember which way the light is shining for your shadows.” He was so soft-spoken. I have to assume one of the episodes was of his son, who apparently took over after his father passed. He had a lovely little story to tell.
It was a calming and relaxing afternoon. Just what the doctor ordered.