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Lovely Day with autumn overtones is here just in time for the autumn equinox. Saturday is a busy day. Not only is it the autumn equinox, Rosh Hashanah (5767 if you are keeping up with the year Leshanah tovah tikateiv veteichateim) and the beginning of Ramadan but it is also Peter's Birthday. We are doing family stuff on Saturday and invited friends to join us bowling on Sunday to celebrate.
I love that Caroline will ask me to draw her something and she thinks it is the coolest drawing ever. One day she is going to figure out that her mother can't draw and that day I will be sad but right now I am the best artist in the world to her. She is working hard at imitating how I draw. We are working on squares and rectangles these days. Sometimes I think I just need to work on my ability to draw and maybe I can get better than I am. Then other times I look at what I did when I was a teen and what I am doing now and it is not much better than it was then (which wasn't great). My brain just seems to work better in 3-D than 2-D. This was a dreaded secret for me until I learned that Wendy Froud has the same problem and now I don't feel as bad about now.
There are times that I feel insecure as an artist. I have written in the past about how I didn't see myself as such for years. Now I am much more comfortable with the title. Last week I went into a local brew pub that I like to have lunch and was asked by one of the owners if I was a local artist because one of the people who worked there wanted to ask me some questions. So that is how I am known in that establishment and I am fine with that.
Some cleaning got done yesterday but today is the push as Peter is taking Caroline with him to the gym giving me a 2 to 3 hour window to tackle the toy issues in the living room. Most of the rest of it is getting things back in place or out of sight.
I am grateful for finding missing toys.
I love that Caroline will ask me to draw her something and she thinks it is the coolest drawing ever. One day she is going to figure out that her mother can't draw and that day I will be sad but right now I am the best artist in the world to her. She is working hard at imitating how I draw. We are working on squares and rectangles these days. Sometimes I think I just need to work on my ability to draw and maybe I can get better than I am. Then other times I look at what I did when I was a teen and what I am doing now and it is not much better than it was then (which wasn't great). My brain just seems to work better in 3-D than 2-D. This was a dreaded secret for me until I learned that Wendy Froud has the same problem and now I don't feel as bad about now.
There are times that I feel insecure as an artist. I have written in the past about how I didn't see myself as such for years. Now I am much more comfortable with the title. Last week I went into a local brew pub that I like to have lunch and was asked by one of the owners if I was a local artist because one of the people who worked there wanted to ask me some questions. So that is how I am known in that establishment and I am fine with that.
Some cleaning got done yesterday but today is the push as Peter is taking Caroline with him to the gym giving me a 2 to 3 hour window to tackle the toy issues in the living room. Most of the rest of it is getting things back in place or out of sight.
I am grateful for finding missing toys.
