H.E. and I shopped at Target today for some household items. As we went down the aisle of trash cans and laundry baskets, we pointed out the various styles… April: Oh, look! I love how they make them curve now, to accomodate the shape of a person’s hip. [Demonstrates by holding a basket at her side, edge on her hip.] H.E.: Do you need a laundry basket? April: Nah. I have at least two of them at home. [Notices another…
My maternal grandmother passed away last night. She was in her mid-80s and had been in a lot of pain, so I’m not as sad as I thought I’d be. She had a long life and had at least three great-grandchildren, thanks to her eight children and over a dozen grandchildren. It’s not a bad way to leave the living, with plenty of family to remember you by and nary a care about zero population growth. She wasn’t a typical…
Taken, I think, at the Lost Camel hotel or just west of it. It’s where I found the post office and the much cooler gift shops with the funny didgeridoo books. The gift shop at my hotel, Sails in the Desert, was over-the-top expensive, too rich for my shopping sense. Lost Camel is actually probably more my speed and budget, with that college campus or youth hostel feel to the place, and I was originally booked there, but H.E. later…
Okay, done! I should have been working, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. Click image above for a larger view of the work in progress. The final is below: Share this post:
I didn’t have time to write out a full post today, so I dug up another relic from the hard drive and found this—a pencil sketch I did on one of my notepads, back when I had a day job. In those days, I got bored with my work easily and sketched all day to pass the time. I’ll have to color this one day soon. Maybe tomorrow. Share this post: