i'll have to go back

Sometimes I get distracted.

I usually have folks around who inspire me.

A long time ago I had a folk who not only inspired me, all the fucking time, but also encouraged me. And when I slacked on makin some crappy art, I got chided and harassed and prodded to produce.

I always think of that really fondly.

I'm (sheepishly) motivated by that kinda praise.

Anyways.


I'd abandoned the weeds on this side of the house for a whole month. My little guy, for some reason, insisted on sitting in my lap [aka in my fucking way] while I worked. Possibly THE most awkward way to get the weeding done, but it reminded me of when he was a tinier baby, and would actually sleep in my lap while I shuffled along the edge of the garden.

Somehow we make these things work, and for some ridiculous reason it's worthwhile.