FEB from Amy - Patience

 

From time to time I get into conversations with people about drawing and what it takes to learn to draw. I think I've talked to Amy about drawing and I can't remember what she said about the thing that I had never heard of before - something about drawing something that you aren't looking at. But, clearly, if Amy is looking at something - she can do her own version. If you are re-drawing a drawing - that is still drawing. It is not *drawing from life* as in drawing a scene or a person or a still life. 

If I hear from anyone who is interested in more jabbering about how to draw, I will spend more time jabbering in that direction. Or if I run out of other things to jabber about, I might just jabber for my own amusement.

  This is so cute, it makes me want to draw it..... maybe I'll do a variation on Amy's March envelope.

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This it the third part of my suggestions for enduring ordeals. Let's recap. Number one was to pray for the best and expect the worst. Number two was Zofran. Number three is patience. While the Zofran was an instant solution to the stomach virus, I was not out of the woods. These new viruses are very sneaky. The day before my stomach went berserk, my sinuses were attacked (without warning) by a space age version of the common cold. Normally, the worst cold in the world can feel like your sinuses have been filled with concrete. This was a whole other level of pain. What is the most dense material in the world?

The densest material found on earth is the metal osmium.

My sinuses were filled with osmium. I took Musinex and voila - I thought I was going to be fine - but then the space age virus switched to my stomach. After the Zofran, I was just a flimsy sack of flesh and bones and most of my brain had dissolved. 

I retired to my sleep chamber and started talking to the invaders. I explained that they could have three days, but after that I needed to return to Des Moines. The progress was slow - and I felt OK to fly - but I was too weak to manage the backpack - so I booked the wheelchair service - which had the added benefit of avoiding all the new problems with TSA - because wheel chairs have their own lane.

I've been home for a full week - and just barely feeling *normal* - I'm still talking to the space-invader-viruses - they do not respond with words - but, clearly they are not interested in letting me have my life back. I keep reassuring them that it is OK for them to hang out for a while - and that I am flattered that they are so fond of me. It never hurts to give MrWilson a little refresher course on being a caregiver.