The studio has been taken over and the gallery is filling up fast.
Happy Valentines Day!
The studio has been taken over and the gallery is filling up fast.
Happy Valentines Day!
But this is what old people do – we repeat things and don’t give a shit if you’ve heard them all twenty-six times already.
Granddaughter (the first) and I were sitting on the couch playing with her Polly Pocket dolls. She was responsible for the actions and deeds and commentary of three or four of them, but I had just one. I chose Snow White because she’s my favourite. I had her climb to the top of the couch-back where she jumped around, lost her wig, put it on backwards, freaked out because she couldn’t see, and screamed for help.
My granddaughter sighed, rolled her eyes, and said in her firmest no-nonsense 4-year-old voice, “Oh Snow White, get a grip of yourself.”
Snow White made less of an ass of herself after that.
Here’s to the last snow white day in January. And getting a grip when we need to.
Today is a six-hour travel day for me. I will be visiting 4/5 of my grandchildren for a week. That’s not counting dogs, the count for them being 1/2.
In lieu of writing something interesting and worthwhile I am giving you this serious little person with wonky eyebrows and one large ear to look at. It’s difficult to take a photo of a sketch, (especially at midnight under artificial light when you should be packing) and not have the reflections on the eyeballs do funny things. Daylight works better.
And speaking of daylight, our clocks were turned back an hour on Saturday. Spring ahead, fall back. End up with exactly the same amount of light you’d have if you left the clocks the hell alone. So I’m not sure who we’re fooling with this. A better idea would be to extend October, a month that everyone likes, by a week; and then transfer the last week of November into December, because that month is never long enough. Isn’t that a great idea? Except maybe not so much for all the November novel writers who would have to type a lot faster.
My great expectations for my week away include answering some of the excellent Nano Poblano prompts and learning how to draw a realistic ear.
Enjoy your Sunday (1/5 of the total number of Sundays for this November). If you need anything else put into fractions, just ask.
Some art work is priceless. Found these in my filing cabinet under Recipes. Yes, that’s how I file. I believe the artist is Kenzie and I’m guessing at about age four. The arrows are a nice touch. But I’m a little freaked out by the claws on that baer.
On the weekend I watched “Rise of the Guardians” with my grandchildren, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I think they did too. The popcorn at any rate was a big hit.
When I was a child I believed in Jack Frost. I had a teacher who told me if I didn’t stop pouting Jack Frost would come along and freeze my “mad” face and I’d never be able to smile again. You better believe I took that guy seriously. So I was a little surprised to be watching a movie in which children didn’t believe in him, even though evidence of his existence was everywhere in the magic of their winter fun.
What a great cast of characters! All apparently chosen by the Man in the Moon.
Nicholas St. North, Guardian of Wonder (aka Santa Claus) has a very strong Russian accent, and Yetis working for him.
E. Aster Bunnymund, Guardian of Hope (aka Easter Bunny) is six feet tall and has an Australian accent.
The Tooth Fairy, Guardian of Memories, collects children’s teeth, which hold their most precious memories.
Sandy, Guardian of Dreams (aka the Sandman) doesn’t speak, but communicates with sand images above his head.
Pitch Black, the Nightmare King (aka the Boogeyman) the essence of fear – because every story needs at least one villain.
Jack Frost, eventually to become Guardian of Fun, if he can just get somebody to believe in him.
It’s a simple story with a lot of tense situations caused by the Boogeyman, who wants to stop children from believing in anything except him and his nightmares. It was especially sad when it looked like he destroyed the Sandman, but don’t worry, he came back. Hope that doesn’t ruin the suspense for you.
And of course there’s a lovely happy ending, with the Boogeyman banished back under the bed. Kids can still believe in him, but if they don’t fear him, he has no power over them. And if they believe in the Guardians, they will always be there to protect them. How totally awesome is that.
At the end we all picked our favourite guardian – Omayja loved the tooth fairy, Corey liked Jack Frost, Madison thought Santa was the best even though he was kind of mean. (Or maybe because he was mean, I’m not sure.) Kale might have said the big rabbit, because he’s eleven and was playing computer games the whole movie and pretending not to listen and therefore declined to comment so I’ve made that assumption for him. And I liked the Sandman because he was so lovely and quiet.
So there you go, it’s a movie with something in it for everyone.
Maybe I should be writing all this in bold caps for you my dear, since if you have managed to live this long I’m sure you’re mostly blind and completely deaf by now. But I’m also certain you have the technology to enlarge my words and project them on to thin air 50 meters high, or convert them into shouting through implanted head phones or some such helpful communication device, all with the touch of your gnarled old fingers, in the year 2032.
Because if you haven’t changed too drastically I know you will have all the latest pads and pods and readers and gadgets at your fingertips, especially if your children and grandchildren still care enough to keep an old lady up to date. And great-grandchildren. Wow. Your self from way back here twenty years ago is having a hard time wrapping her head around that one.
So what can I tell you, now that you are a couple of decades older and wiser than you were in 2012? This is very different from talking to my fourteen year old self (although I’m sure you’re not listening either) because I can’t give you any advice that wouldn’t be hopelessly old-fashioned by now. All I can do is let you know what I hope in my heart you have become.
1. Happy. Please tell me you are happy with the things you’ve done and the places you’ve been and the people you’ve met in this lifetime. If you’re not, shame on you, and there’s probably some great pills you should be taking for that, you grouchy old bag.
2. Healthy. You know, relatively speaking. I hope your health issues are manageable and you’re not moaning and groaning and complaining all the time. And I especially hope your main topic of conversation is not a long list of the people you know who died this week.
3. Independent. This one is a stretch when you’re in your eighties, but what I mean is that I sincerely hope you can still do many things for yourself on your own. There is a fine balance here, because you also can’t be too proud to ask for help when you need it. Just don’t be a burden. And don’t climb up on the roof simply because you think you can get away with it. Things like that could put you at the top of somebodys list of people who died this week.
4. With it and Wise. Yes, I know you’ve never really been either one of those things, but it’s never too late to try, is it? If you’re not convinced that what you’re about to say makes sense, just sit there and say nothing. People will mistake your silence for deep thought. And I think it’s time you gave up the phrase “life is too short to….” because obviously some lives are not that short after all.
5. Generous. You can’t take it with you, whatever it is you’re clinging to, or whatever it is you’ve got in the bank or on paper or cluttering up your house. If there are people around you who need it more than you do, give it away. If they throw it in the trash once they’re out of sight, that’s okay too. What you don’t know can’t hurt you. And what you no longer have you also no longer have to dust.
6. Kind and Loving. Don’t ever stop loving your family and being there for them, no matter how extended or far-flung. They’re the ones who will carry your memory with them after you’re gone, and it would be nice if those memories could be good and beautiful ones, not the kind that make them shake their heads and roll their eyes and pray they didn’t inherit any of your cantankerous disagreeable old genes.
7. At Peace with the World. Stop fighting and accept the things you cannot change. Let all those annoying young people you’re now surrounded by take over. They have way more time and energy for all this nonsense than you do at this stage in your life. Take a long nap. You’ve earned it.
8. Unafraid. Fear is such a waste of time and energy. If you’ve been paying attention, you will have deduced from number seven that you don’t have huge amounts of either one of these things to spare. Don’t distress yourself with dark visions of doom. You know what I’m talking about. But if you’ve forgotten, never mind, that’s great, forget I mentioned it. However, you should NOT give up your fear of stairs. That’s a healthy one.
9. Tolerant, Understanding, Unbiased. I hope you keep an open mind, even if you’re losing it. Never stop listening. Never stop learning.
10. At Peace with your Soul. Never regret who you were and who you are and whatever dumb and stupid things you did with your life. You did a lot of good things too. You deserve to be the happy, peaceful, loving soul of your dreams. If what the psychic told you all those years ago is true, you have eleven more years to go. I hope you enjoy every single minute of it.
Maintaining order rather than correcting disorder is the ultimate principle of wisdom. To cure disease after it has appeared is like digging a well when one feels thirsty or forging weapons after the war has already begun.
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