Just finished a couple of hours of life drawing. Probably an hour and a half to be fair. It felt good to just practice, not have to worry about ‘what’ to draw but just draw what I see and furiously fast.
How is it that I’m able to work on drawing for so long at home? One answer. The wife has come down with a cold. Yes folks, an actual cold.
As usual, I’ll take care of things and of her. If she needs anything, I will make it, go out to get it, or bring it to her. I’ll also get a ‘thank you’ that means something too.
She napped on the floor on a pad type thing with pillows and blankets and the pups were all too happy to join her. I went to the table and with headphones in, did my life drawing.
With all the crime shows she watches usually, I keep thinking of the woman who poisons her husband or ‘keeps him sick’ and usually it ends up killing them and there is a investigation and so on….that’s why it’s a crime show right?
So naturally the question raised in my mind is I wonder if sometimes it’s due to the person being an overbearing cantankerous pr**k of a person or in this case a ranting raving angry soul sucking energy sucking you know what….
I know when the wife is actually sick. How do I know? She’s not doing the above actions and pulling all of my energy into her vitriol constantly until bedtime from the moment we arrive home from each of our workplaces. She’s quiet, she’s calm, she’s subdued. She’s watching normal shows on TV and she’s like I say above, even showing appreciation (which is what a man really wants more than anything…to be appreciated and not taken for granted).
So I think the conclusion is that I almost prefer her to be sick. I can help out (as I usually do BTW), do things I want to do such as draw, such as grab a coffee and so on and there is no issue. There is no ranting, no bitching about the immigrant people at her work, or the many new mom’s that she beaks about day in day out. It’s simply just a decent time.
How crazy is life right?