I post fairly frequently and recently had a long run of consecutive-day posting, but I actually don’t want to do that. I don’t want to feel obligated to post daily, but I also don’t like to go too long between posts, even if I struggle to find anything to say — or more likely can’t be bothered to muster to energy to commit a semi coherent thought to the keyboard. As such, I didn’t want to go three days without posting and therefore, here I am.
So is Nikki Dee — here. We are doing watercolour painting together in these pictures, she and I.
It’s been a sick week in these parts: Mom, Cuppa and Zach have all been seriously under the weather, and I do mean seriously. Nikki Dee had one somewhat iffy day but nothing too bad, and Buppa was afeerd that he was coming down with it on another day, but so far so good … and I knock on my head whilst I say that.
Mom had it quite bad and had to take a few days off work, so we brought Nikki Dee over to our place for a few hours each day. We tried to time it to coincide with Zach having his nap, so Mom could rest too as it’s not a real blast to take care of kids when you’re sick. On day one at our place, ND said she wanted to paint, so on day two I took her to the dollar store, and we bought us somadatderegudstuf.
She seemed to enjoy it, and I was fine with it too. As I painted with her, I couldn’t help but wonder if someone would one day take me to therapy classes for the senile and if I would do this kind of painting then. Losing my mental faculties, such as they are, is a fear of mine. I just don’t want to go that route. Mind you, by then I’d be so far gone that, based on these pictures, I’d probably really enjoy myself.
In other news, the plumber will soon be here to take care of our disintegrating kitchen plumbing and to further disintegrate our bank account while he’s at it. Maybe I’ll get Cuppa to cough on him if the bill is too large.