Here’s another cartoon where I feel like I should apologize for the wordiness… but you didn’t want me spreading all this over three or four days to cut down on the amount of dialogue in any given panel, did you? No you didn’t. So you’ll just have to do the reading.
It’s tough, isn’t it? Waiting around for someone else to finish having fun.
Like taking your kids to the Children’s Museum the day before taxes are due or something.
Just got back from Kentucky. There’s a Shaker village there. I learned a great deal that I did not know and may not use in my life. And that’s okay.
Solitude. It’s just Gorge-ous.
Get it?
Any of you guys in Portland?
The one in Oregon. Not the other one.
There’s probably more than one other one, but you know what I mean.
Weekends are weird. I got back on my bike for the first time in a while… a real bike, as opposed to a trials bike I tried to take on a pump park and the unicycle I’ve been using to try to rebuild some stamina. Which brings me back to this morning’s bike ride. I returned to some old favorite trails, and they’d been changed. I’ve visited before all the changes were finished a while back, but today- well, the park redesign is all done, and the erosion-fighting re-arrangement of all the trails is done…
and my son now knows my old favorite trails better than I do.
Getting old sucks. But when he goes off to college and his brother starts driving himself to school… well, my bike might get some more use then.
Or, hey, decrepitude is in fashion these days, ain’t it? I could go that direction.
You’ve been in meetings like that, right? Planning new projects, or parties, or programs… and the plans overshoot what you need, then overshoot what you were hoping for, then they overshoot what lies within the powers of mortal mankind.
Then you gotta dial it back to “Well, we’ve got enough budget to get four dozen balloons and a chicken nuglet platter from Chick-Fil-A instead.”
I wonder how many lawyers and business folk have to talk out loud to get the sense of the contracts they write.
I talk mostly to give me something to listen to, and keep the echoes in my brainpan from confusing me.
“Why’s the kid keep saying “Paste”?”
Y’know, it might be EMBARRASSING to just ask. He might have some nervous issues or something. Who can tell, right? The kid’s doctor… or his, I dunno… Parents…
Wednesday was weird. I had a two-part caricature gig at a convention.
Most caricature jobs aren’t two-parters. But this client was smart and familiar with their scheduling, so I had a couple of hours just after lunch and another couple of hours just after dinner. Good planning.
But on a Wednesday. Usually those things happen on Saturday, so the whole day had a Saturday feel. Add to it that my kids are on Spring Break, and the feel of a weekend was complete.
Also- I tend to tune out reality while I’m doing caricatures. There’s a lot of focus that gets spent on a thing that’s done and then whisked away in moments, and so the memories of each drawing get dumped as the next person sits down and you go through the routine again… and the memory is dumped as you move on to the next subject. So, by seven in the evening, I had misplaced four hours of time. Add to it that Daylight Savings Time means that the sun hadn’t yet gone down when I left the convention center… So I had no idea what day it was or what time it was supposed to be.
I got a whole Saturday out of a Wednesday. Cool, huh?
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