Comic strips as a reflection on life

I love the comic strips, we get a paper just for them.  Well to be honest, the paper gets delivered for a variety of reasons.  It’s fun to have the dog collect it in the morning.  I like doing a daily sudoko puzzle, completing it has become a measure of my ability to think on a given day.  Bob likes working on the crossword.  And our not so good local paper does occasionally tell us what is going on in the community.  But we all read the comic strips faithfully.  And I even go online to read my favorites when the paper does not include them. It seems these strips are a reflection on my feelings about life.  My favorite strips are Doonesbury, Luann, 9 chickweed lane, and Funky Winkerbean.   All stories about people and their lives.  But we only get one very small glimpse each day. And from that little picture, need to make up all the other details that add to the richness of their lives.  So today, I’m wondering how Summer and Keisha are doing in college, if Edda will accept a ring from Amos, what Luann will say to Quill if anything, and how will Elizabeth’s big speech will go over in Doonesbury.

Of course, the comics offer another great thing — 10 minutes distraction from real work.  And there is lots of stuff to do.  Taking 10 minutes to play before work helps me focus.   So what is on tap for today.  Paperwork — getting bills and things sorted out.  Work, Work — should log into NGC and actually do some of my database maintenance tasks (yuck, don’t want to do it).  Can’t do that work during the week when everyone else is on the computer.  But if I don’t ride the bike to work tomorrow (using school as an excuse); then I could go early and do the work before others arrive.  VIFT — need to finish writing out the task lists and function descriptions.  My hope is by telling people what needs to be done; there will be less work for me to do.  Or at least different work.  Home stuff — there are always tasks that need to be done around the house.  Paper Mache, I’ve got at least a half dozen projects to finish.  Homework from Art Class — almost finished; only need to draw a wheel before class.  Would be nice to finish the gray scale shading; but we can do that in class.  Party for Kate–we promised her a back to school party just like her sisters.  It got postponed because neither of her parents are eating very much.  A party is no fun if people can’t eat.  Put together care packages for Liz and Maggie (again something that got postponed because of illness) And then there is the final choice — not doing any of the “shoulds” except what sounds like fun.

We’ll see what happens.  But I know that my morning work will start by cleaning up the toilet paper shredding left by Elle downstairs.  She destroyed an entire roll this morning.  After that, anything is possible.

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Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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