Patience is a 4-Letter Word

Dear Lion

We have this argument in our house constantly.

"Patience is a virtue," he says. "Don't use that p-word in front of me," I reply.  Anytime anyone on t.v. says something about patience, he looks at me and raises an eyebrow.  If I see that eyebrow, I find an appropriate stream of sailor language to use in response.

It isn't that I don't see the value in patience.  Not at all.  It's just that I am not a patient person.  I am a GET IT DONE kind of girl. Of course, the universe must think I need more of the p-word, too, because the last year has been one big  screaming lecture on patience.

The p-word has slopped over the edge of the bucket and into my studio, where painting now happens in increments of less than one hour at a time, and paintings of a certain size (i.e. larger than a cereal box) require an ice pack or two afterwards.  

Which is why you get these little scribbles today, instead of a painting.

"Dear Lion"  and "Nincompoops" are from the Ten Minute Monster exercises Fiona and I do each week.  And these oddballs have made the cut and are joining a rather large, peculiar painting. 

Nincompoops

​And I would be working on said painting right now instead of writing this, except I already used up my hour for the afternoon.  Sigh (and a bit of foot stomping).  I am pretty sure there is a raised eyebrow going on in the other room.