A couple of days ago, I told
"Make sure the ones you pick are big enough," I told her. "They have to be at least as big as your thumb. No, wait," I continued, noting how small her thumb was, "hold out your hand."
I touched her longest finger and said, "Make sure they're as long as this finger before you pick them."
She carefully folded back all her fingers except for her middle one, keeping that extended as she ran out the door. Oops.
I'll have to remember not to make that mistake if I help out the kids with gardening in Kim's preschool class at church.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I played cornhole, which is always fun. Here is Jill giving me a few pointers: And here is one of the exciting horse races we watched. I love the fact that Confused's jockey looks a little dazed, Wrong Way is facing the wrong way, and Slow Poke is in back.
A detail shot:
I don't know why the emails didn't work; I've done it before, many times.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Our office receives various junk mail items each week; there's plenty of it, although we probably get less than many offices, thank goodness. Most of it just goes in the can, but one item caught my eye last week. It's a postcard advertising a free Myron brand pen, upon which one can have printed one's business name and address.
Since this thing seemed up for grabs, I grabbed it, and just now I logged into the Myron website and ordered my free pen.
That's why, in 2-3 weeks, I'll be excited to get a pen that says:
The Sexy Numismatist
he's also an artist!
I can't say I'll mind the junkmail that comes addressed that way, either.
Monday, May 04, 2009
I grabbed a small afghan and tossed it over her, and went back to fixing breakfast.
"This blanket isn't big enough. I want a bigger one,"
To encourage her to just get up and get one herself from the small stack of blankets ten feet away, or at the very least ask politely for me to retrieve another, I said "Well, what's a good way to get one?"
There was a long pause, and then Jill chirped brightly from the other room, "You could say, 'Here, little blanket!'"
I was up sort of late last night working on a sketch of a giraffe in preparation for my next linoleum block print. I'm eager to begin the actual cutting process. I also went out at lunch today and worked on a little watercolor sketch of a tree. It's nothing very involved, but it was a good way to spend lunch.