When I am quiet, it is because I have been thinking.
As a mother of a young black man, it is hard to ignore the feeling that young black men are literally being hunted. It use to just be that they were incarcerated at an alarming rate, or that they did not get into college, often both. But now they could be just going about their own business, meet up with the wrong person who perceives them as a threat, and game-over.
From Travon to Micheal Brown, to Eric Garner, the unrest in the streets matches the unrest in my heart, but is there any way to talk about it without seeming racist? I don't know. How about we talk about the 14 teenagers killed by cops since Micheal Brown, some black, some white, many carrying nothing more than a BB Gun. http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2014/11/25/the-14-teens-killed-by-cops-since-michael-brown.html Too many cops act first, and then ask questions. Yes, Body cameras on police are a good idea. Will they fix the problem? Probably not.
My art this week started out as a series of circles. I then just scribbled out my pain on paper. That's what if felt like. The outcome is kind of dark. Scary eyes and tentacles from an unknown sources controlling and/or torturing the faceless people.
So here is my piece. Here is how I feel right now.
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Thanksgiving break
My kids are home and I am thankful. There are more dishes, and I have done a lot of laundry (I know they can do it themselves, but I didn't want my laundry room taken hostage for their entire visits). I have cooked a bit, and I have driven a bit, but they add a great kind of energy to my home.
That is all I am thankful for though. I am mostly sad.
Bill Cosby.
Fergussen.
Comments sections.
Politics in general.
I am very disappointed America.
After the break, I am going to start doing one piece of artwork each week. The daily sketches were more to get me warmed up and to work on some techniques. Sketchbooks can have some very bad days, and some very good days. You have seen both. From now on I will be showing a piece that I have conceived, sketched, developed, and completed. One a week. Please help me stay motivated!
I am including some of my favorite pieces from my sketch a day series.
That is all I am thankful for though. I am mostly sad.
Bill Cosby.
Fergussen.
Comments sections.
Politics in general.
I am very disappointed America.
After the break, I am going to start doing one piece of artwork each week. The daily sketches were more to get me warmed up and to work on some techniques. Sketchbooks can have some very bad days, and some very good days. You have seen both. From now on I will be showing a piece that I have conceived, sketched, developed, and completed. One a week. Please help me stay motivated!
I am including some of my favorite pieces from my sketch a day series.
Involved as long as it affects my pocketbook
sketch a day # 21 20 min |
This week the issue was registering for next semester. The girl did most of it on her own. She chose her classes and more wisely in terms of not killing herself and letting college counselors pile on or overly influence. I helped her out by doing a checklist to make sure she was meeting graduation requirements more than two years out, and trying to see how/if she could fit in a second minor which she sorely wanted. The verdict was yes! Go for it! You could finish in four semesters granted you get all the classes you need, and fortunately, you have five.
For the boy, I was forced to pay a fine for him getting locked out (boys) before he could register. Then read the suggestions from his counselors which was bad because the classes were all conflicting with each other. Then we had to figure out what else he needed and what he could register for because classes had to be taken in a certain order. He only has programming classes left, but tons and tons. Programming is a lot like math.. you can't skip around. The verdict is that although he would love to be done in 3 semesters, it will take 4... but considering changing schools, then changing majors, twice, he's not doing bad.
sketch a day #22 30 min. |
Todays sketches, I did two, are dedicated to the kids, a soft, contoured one for the girl, and a sharp edged architectural piece for the boy. Enjoy.
I didn't ask for these
sketch a day # 20 - 2 minutes |
I did some research and found that the magazine companies were sending out magazines to people who had never subscribed 1. to get them to consider subscribing and 2. To claim a bigger circulation than they had.
The magazine I really want |
Yeah, no. I didn't ask for this.
But it did inspire todays' sketch.
So now, I have to actually look through a mailing I got today from my nephews school and see what magazine I actually want. I can't say no to him, I will order one. But it will be one that reflects my interest, not some demographic from a profile I have no control over.
With practice, getting better, getting faster
sketch a day #19 2 minutes |
Anyway, Here is today's drawing. I did it in 2 minutes, but I feel like I was still able to capture the glass mug that was sitting on my desk. There is a printer, an envelope, and a printer wire in the background.
I'd been going on about math lately, where I was insisting that some kids close to me who were struggling with math should spend more time on it. Us homeschoolers like to say that kids will pick up some subjects in their own time and at their own pace, but if we let them, a lot of the kids will never get math, and reading might not happen before puberty.
Kids and they parents don't like to hear that two hours of math may be a necessity. The good news is that just like am getting faster at representing an item on paper, more and more quickly, that with a lot of practice, they will also get faster at math, and not have to spend two hours a day on it.
The point is no pain-no gain. If you want to get good at something, spend time at it. Practice it even when you don't want to. Get someone else to help you if you need to as well. In time, you will get better and faster.
Hands off parents!
sketch a day #18 (scribbling on the road trip) |
Since we were there (they both go to college in the same city two hours from home) we stopped to see our daughter. In case you missed this, she goes to a women's college. I don't know if this is unique to Women's colleges or not, but there is clearly a hand-off vibe where parents are concerned. They love for parents to come out for parent designated events which are few and far apart... and they live it when we come to performances.... some performances, but just because it is weekend, does not mean it is mom and dad's time. You are a college woman, and it is all college all the time.
We arrived Thursday evening and stopped at the girl's college to bring her some things she asked for. She was busy with Theatre rehearsals, as she is stage manager for this particular show, and so we dutifully waited behind the theatre building for her to come out. She came out and had enough time for some big hugs and a few rushed words. She said, "the professor said WHY ARE YOUR PARENTS HERE!?" She relayed that is a way that meant, "this is not the time for mom and dad". She told her why we were here and was granted a few minutes to meet with us.
We returned on Sunday and got a couple of hours with her. We had enough time for some lunch and some shopping (two sweaters and a batman letter-jacket/sweatshirt) and some cleaning supplies, and dropped her off in time for another rehearsal.
When I was in college, I remember having time on the weekends to hang out and to work, and maybe go to some parties. My girls experience is nothing like this. When she is not working, she is working... and parents are just a distraction.
If I sound upset, I am not.
Her college is high stress, and they are keeping her very busy. No time for shenanigans. She is handling it like a champ. It is no wonder such a large percentage of their graduates end up in elite graduate programs.
An exercise in frustration
This is one type of an exercise in frustration. Most often, an exercise in frustration is when you are doing something over and over again, and expecting a different result. Wait. Isn't that also a definition for insanity?
You know, you deal with the same person, day in and day out and pray for a different result when the conversation and motivations don't change. It's kind of a why bother type of thing.
sketch a day #17 45 min |
In this case, I hope that by doing this exercise over and over, I can develop the more creative part of my brain and embrace some kind of uniqueness in my art that is unique to me, but developed. I hate the process of this type of exercise, but I can see where it is useful. Hopefully, I will get past the point of frustration in this exercise and make some kind of progress or breakthrough.
Walking in other people's shoes
sketch a day #16 -30 min |
I read a couple of stories today that I found terribly disappointing.
First, a young man of 16 years was accused by someone he had never met of stealing the person's backpack. He was arrested and placed in Rikers Island because his family could not come up with $10,000 bail. He stayed there for 3 years without a trial. He attempted suicide several times but was unsuccessful, and received beatings from the guards for his attempts. Soon before being released he was brought before a judge who told him if he pled guilty, he could go home with time served. He refused. He was not going to take the rap for something he had not done. Soon after all charges were mysteriously dropped. He is suing. I hope he wins.
I don't know what the young man's personality was. I don't know what his track record was. I don't know anything about him except what I have seen on TV. He is 21, meek, mild, and broken.
Personally, as a parent, I would have found the bail money somewhere, but I don't live in the Bronx, and I don't know the position of his parents. So while I cannot understand that he was left in jail for 3 years without a trial, I can step into his shoes long enough to believe that a young black man can and will be railroaded by the justice system and then kept in jail even though the district attorney was repeatedly "not ready" to try him. Stuff like this makes me worry about my own children.
A parent laments on how he thought he did everything right with his kids. Raised them in as an elite environment as he could afford. Taught him diction and rules for a black man behaving in a not so black society. The kid excelled and was doing fine. All of that was broken with one word, heard at the age 16 while studying at an elite summer program. "Nigger." He realized that all the hard work he had done would not protect his kids from prejudice and injustice. I made this same realization a couple years ago when young black men started getting shot because someone was "afraid of them". Not because of what they did, but of what someone thought they might do. These are my shoes. I pray someone will try to step into them and see things from my perspective. My son is HUGE, and meek and mild. I've taught him to clear his throat when he was walking up on someone and to never surprise anyone. To look people in the eye and speak, and to always be a gentleman. But I have this nagging fear about his safety when he is away from me.
This is difficult and this is sad. Is this why I wear out my shoes so fast?
The election is over, and I just don't care
sketch a day #14 - 15 minutes |
I was done with elections before it even started. Obvious lies on tv directed toward idiots who don't know any better (both sides). Constant calls to my house, from both political parties (because I am not beholden to any group).
And then there's the fact that I am an area manager for my county's elections. They started us working on hiring and managing staff 3 months before the election, a month earlier than usual, and still we were short-staffed. But the biggest problem is that the general public does not know if they are even registered to vote (if you think you are not, you probably aren't and should go ahead and do that) and those who are don't know where to vote. The rest of the people have no idea WHERE they are supposed to vote, so we, the workers get yelled at because YOU showed up at the wrong location. I blame this on the county. We used to get post cards before every election. I haven't seen a post-card with voting location come to my home in years.
Why?
Sure, you can go online and find out where you are supposed to go, but the elderly are the most active voters, and they don't even know how to do that... others don't have that kind of access to computers. It is very frustrating to have to try to explain to person after person why they should vote where they are registered, and why they can't just stop at any "vote here" sign and vote.
I just did an extensive online search in an attempt to place a link that would explain to people why it is important they vote at their own precinct. There was NO official information online at-all. So, here's my simple explanation. (from my educated opinion) You are registered to vote based on where you live. They make a concerted attempt to get you a voting location as close to your home as humanly possible. They can't give you a precinct based on here you work or go to school, because that information will change. If you show up to vote at just any location to vote, your name won't be in that locations computers. There is no way to network these computers as the locations are temporary and not permanent, and the risks of having a temporary network to allow you to vote just anywhere are huge.. with hackers and all. So... if you insist on voting where it is most convenient for you, either where you work, or just happen to pass by, that precinct will not be able to process your vote by computer, because you are not on their computer. They can find your name and tell you where you should go (maybe) but they cannot process your vote. If you want to vote there, you have to issue an old fashioned paper ballot. Which by the way, may not have all the races you would vote on at your home precinct. It is a complicated and difficult process, and they have to make phone calls to get approval (for many reasons... one being that some people might try to vote at their home precinct, and then go somewhere else and vote. ) That have to look up your info and they approve your paper ballot... than there's all the paperwork... so be patient. You made the decision to vote elsewhere. Be patient and let the workers do their due diligence. It is for your protection and theirs.
sketch a day #15 10 minutes |
And those people who come in there to vent their frustrations with the government, or even the voting process... that can't understand the phrase "you can't have that conversation in here", and think we are impeding their free speech. I think we need humongous signs that say "it is a crime to discuss politics at a voting precinct"... BECAUSE IT IS ILLEGAL!
And then, there's the fact that I started working at 4:45 am, when I got my first call from one of my staff on election morning, and I stepped foot in my home at 11:30 pm. Gives new meaning to Beyonce's line "I woke up like this.
We might be too young to downsize
sketch a day 12 30min |
Hubby and I spent the day looking at houses. We would like to downsize. Our house is huge... frankly too big to really keep clean with only 2-3 people living in it 80% of the time. So we went looking at new home developments in the area, hoping there was something out there for middle aged folks who wanted something smaller, but nice.
No-siree...there wasn't. Based on what we found, I have come to realize that in our suburban area if we want to downsize will will either have to buy something in a less desirable area of town or wait 9 years. Apparently we are too young to downsize.
The the two-3 bedroom houses with nice finishes are reserved for 55 and older communities! Sure there are starter houses here and there but they are finished with poorly done laminate countertops and linoleum floors. This is not the kind of thing that 40-something year olds is looking to move into. Our best bet would be to go to an area closer to the city that is gentrifying, and buy something old and redo it. That is not my idea of a good time either. Unless, I could find something that wasn't really built to be a house that I could transform into one.
The sketch above is of a neighborhood association club house that I have redrawn as a home. (I turned the sitting and storage areas into bedrooms. When I go smaller, I don't want to move into a bunch of tiny cramped rooms. Instead, I want fewer large rooms. Still that would include less square feet, but unless I am living in NYC... (long story) I don't want to live in a closet.
It seems to me that because houses are built so large in the Atlanta area, it is hard for homebuilders to fathom that homeowners might want something more reasonably sized. But even those huge houses are built poorly. In one house we looked in, the bedrooms were too small, and the closets would literally hold 10 outfits max! And that would be if the closets were packed full! Who does that?
One that I did like costs $70,000 more than what I already have and had a third floor. That would just be taking my basement space which I don't use and stacking it on top of the house... Still it was nice, but that would not be downsizing, it would be the opposite.
I don't know what we are going to do... .about a lot of things. A job assignment that would take us to New York has been put on hold. This started the whole conversation about getting a smaller house here, and getting a little tiny nest in NY. Regardless of what happens, we know that we want to downsize, but in order to do that, we will have to get a lot closer to the city to find something acceptible and then we will have to gut it to get what we need.
A pain in the head
Sketch a day #11 - 15 minutes. |
Day two, you realize what is going on, but now the medicine won't work. You should have taken it yesterday.
Day three, people are trying to drag you off to the emergency room, but you know that they will tell you the same thing as last time, and you promise that it if is still going on tomorrow, you will go.
Fortunately, there's a guy at the mall that knows what to do. You drag yourself there with one eye open. You grunt and point, and mumble, "20 minutes" and while what he is doing seems torturous at the moment, and you pray to God that he doesn't actually paralyze you with his gyrations, you leave feeling a bit lighter, and after a nice long nap and a ton of water, you merely feel nauseous.
You've survived another migraine! Technically, I think mine are tension headaches that turn into cluster headaches... but they are no fun at all.
It makes me sad to know that my son had these his entire childhood. I am so glad that he rarely ever gets them anymore. If it weren't for homeschooling though, he would have never been successful because they could derail an entire day of school, but at home, I could put him in bed at the first sign, rub his back, and administer medicine... he could catch up later, or perhaps later in the afternoon depended on when we caught it.
Till next time.
It's Halloween. No candy for you.
Sketch a day #10 - 10min |
I am just a non-conformist like that. It bugs me that the same kids who rolled their eyes at me, or harassed my dogs, or left dog poop in my yard when they thought I was not looking will be ringing my bell expecting candy from me.
If it were up to me, I would buy 3 HUGE peices of candy, and a big bag of the most generic stuff I could find, and give most everyone the generic stuff, but then the few kids that are actually well behaved and kind came to my door, I would reward them with a honking big piece of candy in front of everyone else! That would learn'em.
But hubby's got it. He got some big bags of candy, and a big friendly smile ready to go. And tomorrow, he can pick up the dog poop that the same kids left in our yard, or he can deal with them riding their bikes down the center of the street while he tries to wait patiently for them to move over so he can get wherever he is going.
Yes, I am a Halloween scrooge!
And don't even get me started on the SEXY costumes!
Anyway, here's a pumpkin for you! No, I was too lazy to carve it.
Why small businesses are losing to big businesses
Sketch a day #9 - 45 min. |
This job is driving me nuts! First, tomorrow will be two weeks since he quoted the job. Second he said it would be done by Tuesday... last Tuesday... It is now Thursday of the week after. Finally, as is true with most jobs, he didn't stick with the original quote. As of right now, $400 to replace two pieces of trim 30-ish foot high from chimney top to ground has turned into $627. In his defense, hubby added a small job of fixing some rotted wood on a door frame... but based on his quote for the big job, he charged an exorbitant amount for the smaller job comparatively.
My biggest problem is that I feel tied to the house for the duration of his "job". While I may have said "OK" if he had quoted $500 or $600 dollars for the job, because it is a scary and difficult job, I would not have said OK to "I'm gonna come and go over the course of two weeks. I will tell you I will be back tomorrow, but I'm going to leave this tall ladder leaning against your house for days on end, and when I feel like finishing, I will. I would have said.. OK, I will call you... and then I would not call. Seriously.
Appropriate book choice |
And this is why mom and pop businesses are losing dollars to the big box businesses. I have more work to do around the house. I need to have my garage door repaired. I also need the gutters repaired and have screens put in them, but chances are, I will now have Home Depot come do the work and not this guy. Sure they will cost me more, with all the Home Depot overhead and all, but I want a quote that the contractor will stick by and I also want the work done in a timely manner, is that too much to ask?
Through our own lenses
sketch a day - day 8 -30min |
I chose eyeglasses for my image today because after yesterday's encounter with the cashier I began thinking about how we view others. You know that old saying about there is always three sides to a story? His, hers, and the truth? I have decided to apply that information to yesterday's circumstance.
If I think about it she may be viewing me through the lens of someone who has to be wise about every cent she spends, and based on her overall look and apparent level of classiness... maybe even newly divorced, this may even be new to her. Maybe she has embraced a level of thriftiness for survival sakes... and she wants to share this with me to help me do better.
an appropriate book suggestion |
There's also the possibility of her just viewing me through the lenses of a cashier. Perhaps she sees so many people that look like me day in and day out using government assistance that my deviation from the norm threw her off?
I may be viewing her "helpfulness" through the lens of someone who people OFTEN assume needs a handout, or help of some kind... even though that is not my experience. After so many years of people offering me work as ... a maid, a cashier, a secretary, etc, because "I seem like such a nice person", I have become weary of all the lowly offerings (not to disregard anyone with those jobs) but why not ask me what I am capable of doing, or my education, and offering a commensurate job? People always assume I have no experience, or no... anything, and offer to help me based on low expectations. So yes, I am defensive. And then they seem offended when I inform them that I need NONE of those things.
Based on the way she greeted me when I swept through the grocery store this morning, for just a couple of items, the truth might just be that she was trying to be friendly. Based on the "heeeeyyyy Gurrrrlll", that she directed at me, there is something about me that she likes, but has no idea how to approach me correctly. And for me, perhaps, I need to find a way to correct the unwarranted comments in a gentle and instructional manner so that we can embrace instead of butting heads.
But sometimes... you just want to leave in a huff... foggy lenses and all!
I think I got welfare shamed and I'm not on welfare
Sketch a day - day 7 |
Anyway, I said to the cashier I need $100 cash back, is that possible? She replied, the max is $50, but I can split your bill. Cool.. Cool. So she rang up my bill with a few things left on the conveyor belt.
As I went fishing in my wallet for my debit card she got annoyed. I was trying to find the right debit card, for our joint account, since I didn't want to take it from my main shopping account because most of the money was for house repairs.
She replied in an annoyed voice... "that's a lot of cards". I apologized. "They are all for different things", I said. "Well, I don't know what anyone needs all those cards for". I was so caught off guard, I started explaining. "Well, I have joint cards for each kids account, they are in college. And I have a joint account with my husband. And I have the card I use for most purchases, groceries and stuff, and then I have one credit card", I explained, feeling flushed.... as if it were any of her business. "Well" she huffed", I only have one card, I don't have enough money for all those cards, but a little is better than nothing!" I started to explain again, and then realized how ridiculous I was being, I paid for my second half of the purchase, got my other $50 cash back and left.
It is nobody's business how many debit or credit cards I have. It is nobody's business how much money I do or don't have. And I should not feel guilty or ashamed for what I have or how it works for me. It is my money and it is my system. It works for me.
This isn't the first time I have felt attacked by this particular cashier. Over the summer I purchased pre-cubed watermelon. Sure I could have purchased a whole watermelon, but I didn't want to deal with it. She chastised me for not making the more economical choice and that the pre-cut watermelon was a lot more per pound. I felt so convicted (bad) that I purchased a whole watermelon the next time... and guess what, most of it was yucky... unevenly ripe. I would have gotten a much better bargain buying it pre-cut, seeing how much I tossed out.
I will be avoiding this cashier from now on.
Before her, and when my kids were younger, there was another such cashier. She would tell me that I needed to get a job every time I saw her. "The manager is here, she would say, you'd be a great cashier". "I'm good", I would reply, but she would keep insisting. It bothered her that I clearly did not have a job and was spending what she though was a lot of money at the grocery store. Surely, I needed a job, right?
So what gives?
I am being made to feel just like those people others shame for using a EBT (food stamps) card for buying what they think is excessive, only I don't use any of those cards, and my husband makes good money which I manage well, and I can afford to feed us well, most of the time. Still, I am being treated the exact same as those people.
Maybe it is because I don't dress up and look rich. I look like the average joe-schmo always dressing casually, and when I go to the grocery, I often dress like I'm homeless! (I don't really know how a homeless person dresses) If I am cooking or cleaning, or just took a nap, I just roll out in whatever I had on.. so is that why they are judging me? Do they think that there is no way I am getting this money I am spending honestly? Do they think they need to remind me to be more careful with money, because they don't think I have any or should have any?
I don't know, but it befuddles me.
I'm going to have to be rude and put a stop to it.
What I probably do best, but not what I want to keep doing
Sketch a day- day 6 |
My sketch today is something I do naturally and often. It is a sketch of my bedroom floorpan. It is a stupid room. The most obvious place for a bed, between two windows is under a vent and right next to the bathroom. I don't like that. There is a huge sitting area with a slated ceiling like a huge dormer. My bed is there now, top photo, but I have been bored with it.
The biggest problem is where the cable jack is is also stupid... on the wall behind the couch in the upper photo and so I can't really see that from anywhere that it makes sense to put the bed.
It is an enormous room really, just poorly planned. The people across the street actually took half the area where we put the bed and but a wall creating an extra closet (for him) leaving only a little bump out on the side for two chairs.. it does look nice, but once again, I don't want to hear every time hubby flushes the toilet from my bed. I guess I could have bigger problems though.
The lower photo is how I am thinking about changing it... putting the desk armoire in my bedroom and the couch in front of the TV... but we do like to watch tv in bed, so there's that dilemma.
This is a very messy sketch, but in it is my biggest strength. I have a great grasp of scale. I can look at a piece of furniture and know it is going to fit in a room... i don't even need a measuring tape. I just know. I can draw a room to scale without graph paper, and still get it right. I have a similar skill for color.... I can look at a sofa, go to the store and bring back coordinating fabric without a swatch. I still gladly do floorplans for friends with decorating dilemma's and help pick fabric, but my own bedroom has me stymied.
Yes, I did do interior design work in a former life... when we lived in New Orleans, and also the year following that when I was just outside of NY, waiting for my husband to change jobs because I kept getting sick in New Orleans.
I gave that up to do murals, (I still do on occasion, about one a year) but also slowly gave that up when I started homeschooling. I began writing about decorating for websites which did very well for a while, I even had a homeschooling column or two, but citizen journalism died hard... and now I have come full circle, trying to find my artistic fit. I could go back to decorating, but I don't really feel called to it... it just comes naturally. I am ready for the art gallery in my heart.
Brainless doodles
sketch a day- day 5 |
Good luck!
Fighting the urge to delete these. Not my best work.
Perfectly imperfect
sketch a day-day 4 |
One thing I noticed is that there is a slight slant to everything I draw. I think it is because I don't sit still and I don't hold my head still... I move around and kind of lean to one side, so there is also a slight lean in my work. You can see it in this candlestick drawing from my mantle. Also the middle candle is out of perspective because I drew it first and then when I moved my persecutive, I did not change it.
But... nothing in life is perfect, and interestingly enough, my most slanted, imperfect pieces have been purchased (long ago, when I drew regularly).... so there is clearly beauty in not getting it quite right.
Perfection is a dangerous thing anyway, isn't it. It can hold us back from showing our work... I almost didn't post this. It can keep us from moving to the next step professionally. It can keep us from doing anything at all because we feel like it might not be our best.
When children, (and in my experience, especially boys) I have learned that perfectionism often gets in the way. When my son was in public school, before homeschooling, he would take his completed homework out of his bag and leave it on the table because he would rather not turn it in at all, than to have it not quite right. This fear of being imperfect still follows him in college, and I have to push him to do things like publish the darn website already, or to just do your best at that moment and hand it in!
So, I have some question for you... What are you holding back as you seek perfection? What have you let go and allowed to be imperfect? What lesson have you learned from these actions?
Sketching and the Devil in the White House
Sketch a day, day 1 |
As I was drawing, the news was on. I got distracted from my task when I heard the phrase "the devil in the White House". They were interviewing an elderly early voter who was saying he was voting a straight Republican ticket because he dislikes the devil in the white house. I had a personal heart response to his comment. It hurt my feelings. I've heard presidents called a lot of things by fellow Americans but never the devil. I couldn't help but wonder what in him made him view Obama as the devil, and what about Obama made him do so. Do I have some of the same qualities? Am I a devil too? I should hope not.... I am sure he though what he was saying was cute. It wasn't cute to me.
And then well-meaning people try to defend it. I. Just. Can't.
But it did feel good to do a sketch...
One of the lessons I viewed suggested I hold the pencil differently, so I am drawing with my arm and not my hand. I'm not sure if it was effective or not. It worked well for scaling out the house, but when it was time for detail, I could not help but flip the pencil back around.
Speaking of art, have I ever mentioned that my daughter is minoring in art in college? She wants to up it to a double major, but that is crazy. Her art major (for which she is scholarshipped) already takes up 99% of her time. That kind of time commitment would be educational suicide. She's real good though. Everything she has created in her 3D class so far this semester has blown me away. You can still see the theatrical influence in her art, so it is a nice compliment.
False starts and misdirections after homeschooling
It has been 1 year and 5 months since I finished homeschooling my kids. My youngest is well into her Sophomore year at college, and my son is well past the halfway point. They are doing great!
And then there's me. I have a lot of ideas about what I was going to do after homeschooling. Homeschooling gave me so much focus... so much direction, and was so passion-filled... now I'm feel like I am grasping at straws.
I thought I was going to work with homeschooling families after homeschooling, but found out real quick, that the people who need me the most can't pay me, and I am not in a place to volunteer that kind of time.
I thought that I was going to get a Real Estate License and sell houses, but after going through the course, I found out there were a lot of things about that industry that I - just - don't - like. So that's not going to happen.
I thought I was going to go on a bit of an adventure with my husband, but we are not sure that is still going to happen... (the marriage is fine by the way... it's more job related.)
So here I am asking myself what I do want? What do I want to do? How do I want to fill my time? With or without my husband... with or without our kids... with or without any sort of leadership.
And the answer keeps coming back... follow your gifts.
But my gifts are so varied, I reply.. and so many people are pulling me in so many directions towards different aspects of what I am capable.
And the answer keeps coming back... follow YOUR gifts.
hmmmmm.
Stay tuned.
And then there's me. I have a lot of ideas about what I was going to do after homeschooling. Homeschooling gave me so much focus... so much direction, and was so passion-filled... now I'm feel like I am grasping at straws.
I thought I was going to work with homeschooling families after homeschooling, but found out real quick, that the people who need me the most can't pay me, and I am not in a place to volunteer that kind of time.
I thought that I was going to get a Real Estate License and sell houses, but after going through the course, I found out there were a lot of things about that industry that I - just - don't - like. So that's not going to happen.
I thought I was going to go on a bit of an adventure with my husband, but we are not sure that is still going to happen... (the marriage is fine by the way... it's more job related.)
So here I am asking myself what I do want? What do I want to do? How do I want to fill my time? With or without my husband... with or without our kids... with or without any sort of leadership.
And the answer keeps coming back... follow your gifts.
But my gifts are so varied, I reply.. and so many people are pulling me in so many directions towards different aspects of what I am capable.
And the answer keeps coming back... follow YOUR gifts.
hmmmmm.
Stay tuned.
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12 grade year of homeschooling, Finishing Strong
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