My hands have been shaking more than usual of late. It makes it difficult to paint. To eat. To type.
To cheer me up, Hud sent me these marvelous pictures of animals painted -- on people's hands.
That one reminded me of Howard. This giraffe made me laugh.
The kitten reminds me of my dear, sweet Riley who loved to stay on the roof of the car port in the hot Memphis sun all day.
I think for Halloween, I'll tart up my right hand like this:
And my left hand like this:
And go as Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. But I probably should do as this one. I bit my dad on the shoulder before I could speak during a prolonged car ride. I felt ill and didn't have the ability to express myself. But I got the point across.
He called me Tiger after that.
Thanks Hand Painting Dude. I don't know your identity, but your work made my day brighter.