The other day Izzy had an upset stomach and had to stay home from school, so I wrote a note to excuse her absence.
I think it made her feel better already.
A word about drawing: I usually begin with a quick pencil sketch but have the hardest time stopping before I've erased and coaxed the lines until they feel just right. This is one of my favorite parts of drawing, just as it is one of my favorite parts of writing...revision.
What a lovely concept.
In fact, I often hope no one reads these posts until at least 24 hours after they're published, as I almost always come back and rearrange a few words. I find it very satisfying, this process, like being the curator at a tiny, fantastic museum.
With writing it seems a total pleasure; with drawing it sometimes seems a bit controlling.
So I was oddly proud of myself for completing this note in less than three minutes and handing it to Izzy without a single fix. It kind of made my fingers itch, but I'm still proud.
I'd better stop thinking about it or I will be more itchy than proud.
On the way home from school this morning I found these two pinecones. Something I love about pinecones: it's as if each one has a distinct personality. You know? Like, you can totally imagine what kind of person these pinecones would be.
Sometimes I'm like the pinecone on the left, but for me it takes effort. My natural inclination is to be more like the one in the middle. I'm not saying which is better. I'm just saying you can sense certain things about pinecones in a single glance. Or is it people?
I often get confused as to what I'm really talking about.
One final thing. When I reached home, this pamphlet was waiting on my doorstep.
p.s. One more final thing. Last night I was at Sophie's volleyball game, sitting with a friend who happens to read this blog. She made a comment to the effect it amazed her how I could find interesting stuff to say about things which don't obviously seem worth mentioning.
I think that is one of the loveliest compliments I've ever received.