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!