As my eight-year-old grabs the phone and begins to plan our social calendar for the next 48 hours — down to the hour, I have a few thoughts..
I have a love-hate relationship ball point pen drawing. On one hand, you can’t hide anything, so you instantly look like a lot worse drawer-girl than you do with an eraser. On the other, you can’t erase so you end up focusing on the fruit on the table or the life-altering firsts in front of you.
Monday was full of firsts. First plane ride for T1 and T2. First tornado warning of the season. And first shave for Thing1, just a few days shy of his fifteenth birthday. I managed not to get the sketchbook too soaked.
Cartoons are on a hiatus for a week or so. We set out for Lake Michigan points on Friday and Saturday, with plans to visit points further west on Monday.
I brought watercolors and the full bag of art supplies for our few days of rest in Michigan, and Sunday was a day of rest and looking at the lake. It was almost hypnotic, and I only managed a few doodles of things on the breakfast table and, of course, the lake.
Sunday night was marked by a violent storm that came over the lake with a tornado warning to wake us from any reveries we might have slipped into too early in our vacation. I knew upcoming plane travel combined with my commitment to carry-ons only would necessitate stripping down the art supplies to the bare essentials, but I think my little Pentalic and my ball-point pen will be ample for 10 days.
In the meantime, there’s nothing like traveling with two kids, including an eight-year-old with penchant for schtick to generate plenty of cartoon material by the time we get home.