Aargh. Some days are like running in oatmeal. Sludge days. I did eventually get all the makeup work graded and input. Yay! One thing done. Miraculous. I went to two openings…more on those tomorrow, because I don’t feel like writing about it now. Watched Wonder Woman and was not impressed…worse than that…irritated. Sigh. The portrayal of women in movies, books, TV shows. So annoying. I hope I don’t add to that. I hope I’m a different voice. Maybe not. Hard to say.
I feel out of sorts with the whole world today. Hard to feel that way as I’m looking out at trees that have decided Spring is coming. I really should go walk something today…even if it’s just myself and my headphones. If I’m irritated by blue skies and trees, there’s something wrong there.
Girlchild finally got a backpack…that’s not really the rain shield…it’s a pocket.
Now to figure out how to fit everything she needs to take in that thing. Ha! Yeah right.
Makeup grading included this. If only I knew what he meant…
Either he was in Israel or he wasn’t real or I really just don’t know what he was trying to tell me.
I finished the second SJSA block. The last one is back to clumpy glue…
But I’m on time, I think, so that’s good.
This morning, Satchemo would claw at my toes every time I stopped petting him…
So I cut the head off. It bugged me.
There it is. Still bugging me.
Better. It’s not much different, but different enough to make me happy.
I’ve put more time into the drawing…I’m going to be done today. Which is good. And then hopefully approval or minor changes? And then into the doing part…which is where I like to be.
All day yesterday, nuclear bomb drawings in my head after Hawaii’s oops. Terrifying oops. This is the world we live in. It’s not a very pretty one at the moment. OK. So I’m trying to get consensus right now on a grocery list, and even that is too hard for everyone. I’m considering handing everyone a $20 bill and walking away. Deal with yo’selves now. When you’re the mom, you’re the one in charge all the time. I would love to NOT be in charge. Sure, we can blow off grocery shopping until 8 PM, but then you said you’d cook for your grandparents, and when is that going to happen? I don’t know either. My eyelids are both twitching.
Gonna go draw some more…draw some space and stars and a happy sun and an alien craft, because you can’t draw space without aliens. Damn. Maybe I’ll put an alien in too. OK, that’s probably too much. But a happy alien? Might be OK.
I might eat some ice cream for lunch too. Because.
*Patrick Sweany, Them Shoes