Now that National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo are over, I have been revising poems. Mainly, they have been small changes, so either I did better than I thought last month or (and more likely) I am still not seeing them clearly.
Spring is in full swing in Arizona, and everywhere I look it’s yellow, green, and blue.
I’ve been going through some of my mother-in-law’s paintings that were left over after she passed away. (She died 15 years ago, so it’s time to look at them again). The reason I pulled them out is because my daughter moved into her own place, and I am looking for paintings to bring her for her to choose from.
A lot of her paintings are portraits, and those are more difficult to hang on a wall than landscapes. I thought I’d share one of the portraits with you today. Maybe share some more later . . . .
Because my MIL was hired to paint a lot of celebrity portraits, the ones that are left are often “first drafts,” but sometimes she just painted them because they were famous and she hoped to sell those paintings.
Do you know who this is?
That’s right: Perry Como and his family, wife Roselle, son Ronnie, daughter Terri, and son David. Perry and Roselle were teenage sweethearts and were married until her death at age 84.
I love Perry Como’s voice and laidback coooool style. This is one of my favorites:
And this one, of course:
You might prefer different versions, but he’s pretty consistent, so they are all good!
OK, NOW FOR THE BIG QUESTION. Was Perry my sweet cat named after Perry Como?
Wait for it.
Perry the cat was named for Perry Como and Perry Mason!