Shaken, not stirred

Shaken, not Stirred
oil on canvas
48″x60″

An oldie but goody. Mark bought it. One of my old favorites.

I was a bit lubricated on martinis – yes Boodles gin and a pretense of Noilly Prat Vermouth.

My life today is more stirred yet not shaken. I pay attention to politics, both local and national, and yet do not sweat. I am more taken with Doris Day – Que Sera Sera – than I am with the news of the day.  Fifty-seven years of bullshit and I have finally come to the realization that everything shakes out in the end, even slow ketchup.

 

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