Drawing a Selfie in Postcards 4

Early 1980’s.

Yesterday I tried to draw myself, and it doesn’t look like me. I don’t think of myself as fat. Large, yes, but not morbidly obese…which I now am. The antique fountain pen jammed up just as I was nearing the end of the sketch. I was pleased that I could still draw in this new looser style, but I wasn’t happy because I couldn’t finish the sketch. Silly me. And here I had been worrying about drawing at all. I liked the one I did in the 1970’s all covered in Duck’s wool quilt and a printed bed spread. It doesn’t look like me, but it feels like me.

I have to look at the new doodle again. Maybe it feels like me too.

Old doodle. 1970’s

• Himself: Didn’t feel ok last night. Feels good this morning. Skipping gym but got Grumpy to the Mechanic. Work, Fish taco dinner.


• Herself: Felt great last night. Thinking we had a bug this week. Skipped the pool but got Grumpy to the mechanic. Off to books, then dinner out.


• Reading: More Alexander Kent’s Bolitho.


• Balance: Quietly working with books.