It’s another long overdue update from the Flatlands of Northwest Ohio.
I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. It’s weird the posts that get the most attention vs. the ones that cause the crickets to sing. At least the crickets are looking.
I’ve been served a cease & desist order to stop canoodling & writing The Unabridged Story of Daemons. If I continue, not only will the luxe handbasket to Hell be taken away, so will the pants-on-fire option. There will be no pants of any sort allowed & it will be a straight do not pass go shot into the Lake of Fire. You know I plan on yelling “CANNONBALL!” on the way down, right? I couldn’t find the perfect picture, so I decided to re-visit my cartooning skills.
That brought me to the crazy notion to do one illustration per chapter of The Unabridged Story of Daemons. Do you know how many years it’s been since I cartooned? The ease of the above cartoon was a ruse by my muses (triplets who look suspiciously like Betty White) to convince me that I still got it. Oh yes, a ruse indeed. I’m working on the illustration for the first chapter & I have the rubbed off eraser nubs to prove just how “easy” it is.
“It’s like riding a bicycle!” they exclaimed. When will I ever learn that when they get that excited about something, it usually requires a steep learning curve or in this case re-learning curve & sometimes a bit of my blood?
I have missed it. And, thinking about it, all the jumping between creative mediums is supporting my creative flow. That creative flow (to those from the outside looking in wouldn’t believe it) has been in a bit of a constipated state. I’ve been saying my creativity works like this: I intake lots of information, it mish mashes around in the brain & comes spewing out like yesterday’s stew. Gross analogy & very true.
In other news, I used a pressure canner for the very first time! Thankfully The Hubs was around to help me figure out I had the little plug thing in upside down. It was easy peasy & I don’t know why it took me so damn long. We are now the proud canners of 14 quarts of green beans! Roll that beautiful bean footage, George!
I had a laugh at The Hubs. He thought that was a lot of green beans to do at one time. I haven’t had the heart to tell him that my Mom has three 15 foot rows of green beans growing this year. She has cut that in half from last year. That was the norm for us growing up, oodles upon oodles of green beans to snap & peas to shell & whatever else was in the garden. The Hubs & I planted four little rows & that’s plenty to supply us through the winter months. There will be more to pick, snap & can soon.
That’s all I have to report for today. Stay safe, wash your hands, don’t people too much & wear your mask!