So, I have not been doing much drawing or business lately.  I have been subsumed (like that word?) with my other life.  Taking care of mom, disaster recovery and helping Betsy pack.  Also, I have of course wasted ENORMOUS amounts of time on Twitter.  Its just sucks you in, the Twitter.  Someone needs to study that phenomenon.

So today, after ignoring the muse for a week or so, I finally drew this.  I had kind of left colored pencils behind at the beginning of the year, but after this drawing, I am remembering why I loved it.  Its just like life – you never know what color will come off your pencil (its a multi color lead) so its sort of chaos.  Einstein is not famous for his chaos theory, but he is famous for his chaotic hair, which seemed rather perfect for my medium.

But as to my life:  On the Mom front – we had a visit to the Emergency Room – she is fine.  We left against medical advise, but when we followed up with her primary care doc, she confirmed my thoughts – she was better off coming home.  See Mom is a heavy breather.  She has Emphysema.  And when she is feeling winded she unconsciously adds a bit of a groan to her breathing which  makes the uninitiated sure that she is on the brink of death.  She tells me that it makes her feel better to groan.  And since I can’t imagine anything worse than to feel chronically like I am in mile 20 of a marathon, I don’t begrudge her the noise.  Although, it can be very stressful to listen to someone struggle like that.

Anyway, we left against the advice of Doogie Howser who was sure she would be back in the ER within the week if we didn’t admit her.  Its been 2 weeks with no signs of her going to the ER.  I know its a sign of my own aging, but when the doc looks like he just graduated high school, or at best undergraduate college, its not inspiring.

Then came the helping Betsy pack.  I think moving comes in a close 4th of things I hate – after gyno exams, dentist visist and Emergency Room visits.  I am deeply sympathetic to anyone who is facing it.  So I went and mostly gave moral support while she sorted out her stuff, trying to get rid of things as she went.

Then on Monday – there was water coming out of ceiling, which I am almost positive is not normal.  That just made me super dooper happy.  The ice maker in the refrigerator sprung a leak which then caused damage in the finished basement – which is where I live, by the way.  We now have a 3ft by 2ft hole in the ceiling, blowers all over the carpet and a dehumidifier.  I LOVE my life.

I  am not pricing Einstein yet.  I haven’t quite decided what I want to do there.  If you are desperately interested, send me an email.

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