It's Friday. I missed my Art Date yesterday, so I made up for it today.
But first I made some cookies and a really ugly Rhubarb Custard Pie. I bought some frozen gluten-free pie crusts to use. I thawed them, then tried to use the second crust as a top. It didn't want to come free of the tin. I had to coax it and in the process it broke apart and made an ugly mess. And I overfilled the custard so it had to ooze out, too.
My Mom used to make me a Rhubarb Custard Pie for my birthday every year. Now that we don't live too close together I make one for myself occasionally. I saw the rhubarb at the grocery store the other day and thought it was a sign because my birthday is coming up soon.
In the afternoon, I went out to sketch. I'd thought about this place the other day. This house, which was probably built around 1905-1915, is on my way to the dog park. I never noticed it because it was hidden behind overgrown bushes. One day it just suddenly appeared when someone had cut them all away. I love houses like this. It's a shame it has been so neglected. It appears that it's slated for demolition. The two houses to the left of it have chain-link fences around them with signage - a sure sign of coming destruction.
I thought I had better sketch this one before it's gone.
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