Saturday, September 22, 2012
"...the trees don't die, they just pretend, go out in style, and return in style: a new style."*
Found this hastily-drawn sketch buried under piles of papers around my computer; had forgotten about it. It's from last autumn, and the subject may need some explanation.
In late October --it must have been the afternoon of Halloween, blue skies, puffy white clouds, golden autumn leaves all around-- I was driving home from somewhere, when something caught my eye. I glanced over, and jumped when I saw what seemed to be a couple of small ghouls.
You know, just raking the leaves in a front yard, like suburban ghouls do.
It was only after I'd passed by that the scenario arranged itself in my imagination:
"Now, before dinner, and before trick-or-treating, I want you two to get those leaves raked."
"Mommmmmmmmm!"
"I mean it -- now get to it."
"Can we wear our costumes while we do it?"
(Pause.) "Well, not the whole thing. You can wear your masks."
"Yaaaay!"
I'm glad I found this little sketch. Seems appropriate for the first weekend of fall.
Don't know how these kids will disguise themselves this Halloween -- I can't even quite remember where I saw them -- but for one instant, this is what they were.
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*From the poem "Leaves" by Lloyd Schwartz
Sunday, September 9, 2012
23 Years, 4 Homes, 5 Cats, 2 Dogs, and 1 Mustache, To Say Nothing of Some Truly Regrettable Hairstyle Choices On My Part
No, it's not just you. It's crooked. |
Today is our 23rd wedding anniversary. There are not enough words in the language for me to tell the world how much I love my husband, or how lucky I am to know him, and what a truly good man he is.
So here's a silly drawing instead. (Little-known fact: Silly drawings are, in fact, the traditional present for a 23rd wedding anniversary.)
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