Just Because.....

AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL .

”YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,” HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.

“WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?” I ASKED.

HE ANSWERED, “IN 1975. WHY DO YOU ASK?”

“YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!” I EXCLAIMED.

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

THEN,

THAT UGLY,

OLD,

BALD,

WRINKLED FACED,

FAT-ASSED,

GRAY-HAIRED,

DECREPIT

SON-OF-A-BITCH

ASKED 

”WHAT SUBJECT DID YOU TEACH?”

I Ink......

......therefore I am. Or something like that......lol.

This is a total rip off of Lewis Rossignol. I copied it almost line for line from a YouTube video of his. 

A teacher once told me the best way to learn is to copy from people you admire....so I did! 

He has the looseness I long for in my drawings.....sigh.......

I didn't quite get there, BUT, I'm satisfied with it and I learned a few 'tricks' to add to my quiver of tools, so that's good! 

Funny Monday

Meet Ichabod

The driftwood garden is coming along nicely, thank you. 

This is Ichabod, the latest addition. 

We think he's the perfect piece to greet people as they come up the walk. 

He seems to beckon to you with his unusually long arm. It goes along with his extremely long tail (for balance, you know.) 

The neighbors approve of him although they did say it looks just a little bit questionable about what might happen once you get inside........

(I love it when you can freak out your neighbors......bwahahahahahahahaha....) 

Funny Monday

Title: Confabulator

confabulate verb

con·​fab·​u·​late | \ kən-ˈfa-byə-ˌlāt  \

confabulated; confabulating

Definition of confabulate

intransitive verb

2: to hold a discussion : CONFER

3: to fill in gaps in memory by fabrication A major characteristic of brain-damaged patients is the tendency to confabulate—to hide and dissemble about their damage.— Peter R. Breggin

I think this describes her perfectly.

Confabulator…….painting with words, writing with images, filling in the gaps with fabrication. 

.....the only thing I wonder is, who is inventing whom.......? 

Throckmorton Had Sketchy Memories Of His Puppyhood.....

(….probably because this was the only illo robin jr had come up with so far…..)

He did remember the woman who walked him though. 

Her name was Doris. 

She was all business and big feet!

Funny Monday

Apropos of Nothing

I dreamed about Sammy last night.

I dreamed we left him with a neighbor when we moved and now we were back for a visit.

When I walked up to their house Sammy was laying on the porch. He was old and grey and blind from cataracts.

When he heard my voice, just one word, he jumped up like a puppy and came to me excited and wagging his tail. He was glad to see me!

I felt both sad and happy.

Sad because I felt guilty that we had left him behind and happy because we were together again. 

We rolled around on the porch, me laughing and Sammy licking my face, in sheer delight of each other. Then we went home together.

I woke still feeling happy but as I came wider awake the happiness faded as I realized it was just a dream.

Burrowing Owls Video

Our neighbor made a lovely slideshow about the family of burrowing owls that have taken up residence in the empty lot across the street.
Enjoy!

Funny Monday

A Terrible Fix

Two perfectly good characters and not a story line in sight.......

Family Portrait

Now What.....?

Oh dear, Throcky. I’m afraid we’ve gotten ourselves into a terrible fix.