It was windy at the beach for awhile. Like, really.
Even the dogs’ ears were a-blowin’.
You can’t see it in these photos, but sometimes the wind was so strong it lifted waves of sand from the beach and blasted it against our skin. It was like walking through a desert sandstorm, especially if you’re corgi-height.
So we all settled down for some indoor pursuits. Like learning how to draw.
And obsessive pet photography.
And trying very hard not to be ridiculous. (This is a difficult task.)
In between Glamour Cat Photo Sessions, I cracked open a classic drawing book, “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.”
Here’s the strangeness (cue eerie music):
I feel this undeniable urge to draw Real Things. For the First Time Ever (except for eighth grade), I’m drawing Things that look like Things. Not just cartoons. But cats and dogs that, well, resemble cats or dogs.
I know — crazy.
The sketchbook page above, several photos ago? I drew those a few days before I opened Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.
Since I’ve started working with the book, my drawings have gotten, um, worse.
Of course, these were just the book’s first assignments, the pre-instruction exercises.
Okay, maybe I only think they look worse because they are drawings of humans and/or human parts, and not cats and/or dogs, and I happen to prefer the company of furballs.
(A tiny confession that you absolutely did not know about me because I have never told a soul, really, I swear it: I’m kind of crazy for animals. There. Confession is so good for the soul.)
Actually, now that I look at these drawings again, they’re not that bad. Well, the hand’s not. The portrait? The one that is quite obviously not a selfie? Hmm. Folks, let’s just say I’m much cuter in person. Shorter, too.
On the wild, windy days, my other indoor adventures included:
- Obsessing over towers of watercolor books from the library.
- Drawing a snide cartoon about my obsession over towers of watercolor books from the library. (I’ll reveal it soon, but you might want to dampen your hopes, just in case.)
- Turbo Ninja Knitting. (The Turbo Ninja part: I actually finished a project. That moment when you felt the Earth’s orbit wobble? Yeah. Right in that moment.)
- … And having an eensy thyroid crash — a several-day-long bout of bad fatigue (but it’s fixed now).
Since all these acts of in-house derring-do, the wind has died down and paradise has returned to the Oregon coast, where balancing on logs at sunset is one of our favorite sports.
Russell balances on dogs at sunset, too. Who knew?
Now, I’m happy to say, my thyroid is balanced, too. Which means that I can walk longer than twelve minutes in a row, and I’m not a ball of anxiety, and lifting a paintbrush is not a monumental task.
More good news: I visited my superheroic nurse practitioner this week, and I should be at this graceful, healthy place for quite a good, long while now. Hallelujah!
Till next week, my friends: May your coastlines, real or imagined (or even cartooned) be as much like paradise as my own.