I'm am doing too many things at once. I started my third oil painting. It's of a hotel in the UP of Michigan. The hotel has long only been a restaurant, and it isn't particularly attractive. However, I have been going there every summer for my entire life with family, so I feel a strong connection to it.
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
Don't you dare forget about the cigar that smoked a dog. You can have my last two lines, just call them yours.
That's awesome lil, thank you! You have quite the memory! I look forward to the extended stateofthelil. Congrats on finishing the school year.