I know what you’re thinking. You wake up everyday at 6am, spring out of bed and it’s right over to the laptop. You boot it up to your homepage, which is set to my blog, and peer out through sleep crusted eyes looking for a new drawing. But what is there? Nothing. Same old drawing that was there two weeks ago. ”Bah!”, you say as you slam closed your laptop and trudge down the stairs to face the day, already defeated, and it is only 6:02 in the morning.
Well if you have been wondering why the slowdown the reason is the last two drawings. First, Seattle has finally had it’s famously brief three weeks of summer and I have been at the beach every single moment that I can. I draw there sometimes, but there are only so many drawings that you can do without seeming like a creep. This especially makes sense if you are familiar with this beach.
Secondly, we got cable recently so anytime that I am not at the beach, which is not often, I am parked in front of the television watching the Mariners stink it up each and most every night. I draw during this time too but the drawings arn’t the kind of happy things that I normally share on here but rather my dark thoughts that tend to permeate my psyche after being subjected to what passes for baseball every night with the Mariners.
So fear not loyal reader: both the summer and Mariners season are nearing an end so I’ll ever so slightly increase my output in the near future. Thank you.
My Grandma passed away this month. She was a neat lady. She had radiant green/hazel eyes. She loved to garden, spend time with her friends and collect tons of tiny nicknacks. She loved big bright colors like aqua green, which was the color of the inside and outside of her house, and had all sorts of neat grandma decorations around the house like glass bottles that were different shapes like hands, birds, and such filled with food coloring and water that she would put in the window to catch the light. She had different nature scene tapestries and decorations for the living room that she would switch out depending on the season; a deer in a meadow for spring, snow covered trees and a lake for winter. There was always plenty to read around her house with old National Enquirers which she referred to as “the paper”, even though she did receive the normal newspaper. She was also a loving and loyal wife, married for over 50 years. Her and Grandpa traveled all over the world and she had many, many photobooks to prove it.
I’m not for sure but I think the hat she is wearing one of Grandpa’s hats that he used to like to wear. All of Grandpa’s hats were the big trucker type with the netting stuff in back and then something funny, or goofy, or a nature scene, on the front. He would perch the hat on the top of his head and tilt it kind of sideways way. Anyway, I never saw Grandma in a lot of hats and seeing her in one I’m sure she was thinking of Grandpa when she decided to wear a hat that day. Grandpa passed away a little more than 10 years ago and Grandma missed him everyday and I’m glad she doesn’t have to anymore.