Sunday, May 10, 2015

Happy Mother's Day!


Drawing is the best part of being an artist. You get to erase any mistake. Coloring is the most difficult if you don't have a reference.  I needed a biddy. Oh! A biddy is an old interfering woman! When I was a girl a biddy was a baby chick. It's also a nickname for Bridget. 

Anyhow, I was just drawing away when the door bell rang. I've been two days without a cane, so maneuvering the stairs is still a little dicey. Translation: I'm careful and use them only when I must. So imagine opening the door and there's no one there. Then stand for awhile wondering if you heard that annoying Honda commercial that sounds just like the bell until you remember: but there was no commercial on--just the game. Stand still little long enough and the little monsters will come out from the bushes. Eight of them. Gently close the door and peer through the drapes. Watch and you'll see them ring the door of the neighbor across the street who works two jobs, and gets four hours of sleep before she's due to head out to job number two. The little darlings scatter little . . . They hide. Count to seven and they come out. The ring leader did a little dance in the middle of the street; he tells them " . . . cause I'm the leader!" The others follow like fools to Genesis's home three doors down, and ring again they do. Eight children under the age of ten left outside unattended. Where are their parents? Do they reckon they get the day off just because it's Mother's Day?

I'll finish laying down some color tomorrow. It'll all turn to mud otherwise. Never cook or color when you're upset. May you have a lovely Mother's Day--unmarred by regret!

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  1. I always enjoy your artwork. I hope your Mother's Day was restful. Mine was. A letter is on the way if it hasn't arrived already. Blessings to you!

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    1. Thank you, Mrs. D. I had a lovely, slow, all-mine, restful Mother's Day, much like yours. Such wonderful gifts, restful days.

      I like letters. Thank you.

      Be as happy as you can bear!

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  2. I swear when did parents stop parenting ? when parents started having to live beyond their means and having to have the bigger house etc ....I think parents want to be their kids friend now more than a parent ...It is why there is so much crime now too because parents are too busy working to know what is going on inside there home and on the outside of their home as well . when I came home from school , homework was done first , then me and my sibs put dinner on the table none of the foolishness that goes on nowadays . Yes we put a full meal on the table while our mother sat down and enjoyed her rest . The boys did the outside work like mowing the lawn ,trash cans to the curb and we girls did the food and the laundry end of story . My kids were raised the same way no foolishness . In fact once when my son got in trouble at school I told the school guidance counselor that this would be the first and last time she would see me because there would be no more trouble outta of him . She asked me how do you know that ? because he will get the rod of correction apply swiftly and accurately . She proceeded to tell me that was not a good way of parenting and I asked her how many children do you have ? she told me oh no I don't have any children . I told her to take a back seat and leave the driving to greyhound . I think she got my point .

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    1. Indeed. I get your point too, greyhound.

      Erin is an only. She opened up several years ago and shared how she'd wished I'd spanked her the day I told her how deeply disappointed I was after she'd done something she knew I disapproved of. She told me how a whipping would have hurt far less another time, when I told her I loved her but did not like her very much after she'd disobeyed. Being sent to her room was like being exiled. I should have said "I don't like what you've done" and not "I don't like you very much right now." I can never take it back.

      My brother said he deserved every whipping he got. I disagreed/disagree. I have family members who believe caning is an effective deterrent in some countries, especially in public. I have cousins who swear the beatings they received as children did them a world of good. To each his own. Have you and your son ever had a conversation about that day? Fear of whippings keep some children in line. I've heard parents tell their child, "I'm beating you so the police won't have to."

      Not many know what the "rule of thumb" means. Too many believe "Spare the rod and spoil the child" gives the green light to beating our babies with rods, when the "rod" of God is the "word" of God.

      I went off to the races again! LOL. You often give me food for thought. You do have a way with words as well, and you tell it like you live it. Thanks for being honest and open.

      A book is heading your way. Perhaps tomorrow. It's raining today; there are severe weather prognostications, so I choose to stay in and do homey things. Enjoy your Monday.

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    2. hey I saw the weather no need to endanger yourself in all those tornadoes whirling around you ,,,so bee careful ...did you get my letter with the penguin postcard yet ? just wondering . stay safe my dear .

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    3. You're sweet! Thanks for thinking of us. Katy has been wonderfully blessed. We're safe and dry enough.

      I have not checked my pob in a long while. It's a decent distance from our home, so maybe later in the week. I have good mail to look forward to!

      BTW, I mailed the book today from the tiny post office in Ace Hardware. The clerk there is one of the friendliest, sweetest people I know. We have a James Avery bond. :)

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    4. okay james avery bond definition please LOL .....thanks I will let you know when it gets here okay ....don't you love ace hardware I do with their perks too.

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  3. Mmmm ... love your artwork ... I truly do!

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    1. Thank you. Very much. Hope you had a special day.

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  4. Goodness gracious! The worm! The worm! I just got the chick and the worm. What was I thinking? And the cracked egg. Scream! Don't eat the worm! You're not supposed to eat your friend. You're not supposed to help the chick in the egg break free either. And where's the henbane? Oh no! Back to the drawing board.

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    1. oh my goodness you are a hoot ...don't eat the worm LOL ...you tickle me to death .

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    2. LOL! Sorry! My daughter called about the drawing last night, (Her friends like the drawing!) and when she mentioned the worm . . . Well, it dawned on me that chicks eat worms, and one thing led to another. You don't miss much, do you? LOL!

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