But now, in Season 18, Bob was building a cabin. “Let’s put a little cabin right here,” Bob said, tapping the wet canvas. “He needs a friend. Let’s give him a little path.”
His own hands, gnarled with arthritis, rested on the arms of the chair. He used to paint. Oils. Landscapes. He’d stopped when Eleanor got sick. There was no time for happy little trees when you were charting oncologist appointments. the joy of painting season 18 720p web-dl
He turned to her, eyes wet but bright.
Bob Ross winked from the television, his brush dancing. “And that’s the joy of painting.” But now, in Season 18, Bob was building a cabin