This is my drawing of a palette with colors my youngest daughter and I used today on our sketches. Then we flicked paint with our brushes to make the palette look like it had been used. Fun stuff. Out of the ordinary for me to do this. And a great way to help an active 7-year-old kid just be quiet for a few minutes. This child of mine, who flits from friend to friend, builds forts, does karate chops on different parts of your body and makes crutches, headphones, and a microphone out of q-tips for her stuffed animals.
I was slicing strawberries, when my mother answered the phone, receiving the sad news that her neighbor, who lived two houses down the street, passed away. She drew her last breath before the sun came up and above the horizon. I had already been up for hours during the night before the call came unable to sleep because of a nasty cold and was unaware that at the same time our neighbor was dying. Hearing this news put things into perspective. My mother had lost a close friend, someone whom she adored, so we sat at this table, reminiscing and eating strawberries.
The place was rather hauntingly, very depressing. Just too many secrets. Too many unknowns. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. At least I had the choice (to leave).