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ciroccojWhoever Up There decided that it would be a good idea to make our basement flood from one end because of the incessant rain (rain, in Ottawa, in December - WTF?) and then from the other end today from a clogged drainpipe in our laundry room... it's a nasty joke, with poor timing. Very poor timing. Instead of doing a few loads of laundry and packing today, Chris has spent most of the day fixing the pipes and only now are we finally getting to the packing. Lovely. And they leave tomorrow at some godforsaken predawn hour.
Also, Whoever decided to give me hand-eye coordination and spatial sense and the ability to draw, and left the rest of my family (parents, grandparents, children, uncles, aunts, cousins to the 17th degree) absolutely unscathed by any such abilities... why? It's most puzzling to me, to be surrounded by people for whom stick figures are a major accomplishment. People who view my own rather minor ability to bring figures to life on a page as somewhat akin to witchcraft.
I've just spent one of the most frustrating hours of my almost seven years as a parent trying to get Justin and Daniel to draw very, very simple things. And both are completely, utterly, genetically incapable of doing it. As in, they see a simple flattened oval, put pencil to paper, and come away with a long triangle or a line. I show them a square, and they draw me a V. It's unreal.
OK. Back to packing and laundry.
Also, Whoever decided to give me hand-eye coordination and spatial sense and the ability to draw, and left the rest of my family (parents, grandparents, children, uncles, aunts, cousins to the 17th degree) absolutely unscathed by any such abilities... why? It's most puzzling to me, to be surrounded by people for whom stick figures are a major accomplishment. People who view my own rather minor ability to bring figures to life on a page as somewhat akin to witchcraft.
I've just spent one of the most frustrating hours of my almost seven years as a parent trying to get Justin and Daniel to draw very, very simple things. And both are completely, utterly, genetically incapable of doing it. As in, they see a simple flattened oval, put pencil to paper, and come away with a long triangle or a line. I show them a square, and they draw me a V. It's unreal.
OK. Back to packing and laundry.
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Date: 2003-12-30 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-12-30 08:49 pm (UTC)if it's any comfort, i couldn't draw until I was about ten or so and learned to draw from the right-brain thanks to a wonderful teacher who taught me that it was more about seeing what was in front of you more than imagination, and about lines and mathematics and all that. and i'm still not a great!artist, hence why I'm not in visual arts, but I can draw a respectable sketch of my hand or foot or face.