I love that you are doing this. The reasoning is sound. The idea that your descendants could continue to go to that bar/restaurant for generations and perhaps see you painting hanging there is awesome.

I am keenly aware of how hard you are working, as I know you are aware of how hard I am working. Like you, I decided to throw fuel to the fire and start a new art project. I am officially writing a children's book of poetry.

I grew up reading a Light in the Attic and Where the Sidewalk Ends all the time. I credit Shel Silverstein for instilling in me a love of lyric. My cousin Katie has agreed to illustrate it. The first one I wrote I posted:

I have about 5 more in the works. They need some HARD CORE editing. Ahem... lil... :)

It's fun though, I've been penning them on phone while in waiting rooms etc. It's amazing how much differently I hear things now. Earlier tonight my daughter told me that her Nanny's boyfriend was a real-life giant! His name is Jeff and he is probably 6'2. After she told me that I wrote down the sentence, "The giants wife was really nice." -Who knows where it will lead?

The other day, cW was over and someone mentioned that balding people only have "side-hair," and I wrote that down too. The following poem was born of it:

Grandpas Hair

Why does grandpa only have hair on the side?

How did all of his other hair die?

Did he narrowly duck a dragons breath?

Did a lawnmower go haywire up the back of his neck?

Did he shave it on purpose?

Is it all part of a plan?

Is it there as a runway where small planes can land?

Is it a beacon bringing ships safely to shore?

Can his bald spot suffice as a fairies dance floor?

Did they use his long hair to build a mighty rope

Did it tie up giants and other bad folk?

So I asked my grandpa, "I want to know, where did all of your top hair go?"

"The dragon, the rope, a lawnmower astray?"

"Yes, yes and yes" is all he would say