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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.
"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.
Each. And. Every. One.
Those words are best left untyped. But oooooooh they are goodies! ha!