Taking Helen to school

Work has been miserable for months, but for the last six weeks or so my days at least begin in pretty great fashion. Mel’s got to be at work by 7:30 most mornings, so that leaves me with the task of delivering Helen to kindergarten. I absolutely love it. Holding hands with that little girl and taking her 60 feet up the side walk, then getting a hug and hearing her say “you have a nice day! I’ll see you after school” is just day-launching perfection.

Yesterday, for the first time she asked to just be dropped off at the curb so she could walk to the doors by herself. I had figured she’d want to do that eventually, and frankly was surprised that it took her this long to ask. So I let her out of the car, got back in and stayed by the curb until I saw her get to the door.

I asked her this morning if she’d like to be dropped off at the curb again, or if she’d like me to walk her to the door.

“No, daddy, I’d like you to walk me in today,” she said.


Sketch Diary
I’ve actually posted entries for that sketch diary I started for 14 consecutive days; last night’s Willie the Wildcat marked my two-week anniversary with this little project of mine.  It’s an odd mix so far of actual diary, in terms of some event from my day, and “hey, here’s something I drew today,” although so far it’s still mostly “diary.” I don’t feel like I’ve remotely hit my stride with this yet, but I’m getting close to the point that I feel like I’ve got to get an entry done for it each night. This should hopefully bode well for the longevity of this little experiment.

Paintin’ Lessons
If you’ve been following my blog, you recall well the hilarious disaster that was my attempt to paint Elektra with Helen’s watercolors. In an effort to rectify the abject horror of that attempt to paint, I registered for a down-and-dirty, one-hour-on-consecutive-Thursdays intro to watercolor class at our local art school. It was to start last night; but Mel told her friend Kristin, who’s the art teacher at her school, what I was doing, and Kristin said “Forget that; tell him to come to my studio night. I’ll teach him a lot more than he’ll learn there.” So, I bailed on last night’s course; next Thursday, I’ll make my way to studio night at TrekNorth High School. That should be… interesting.

I’ve never painted before outside of a couple of acrylics assignments in high school art classes; I’ve never really even done much with color at all, through pencils or markers or anything. So I’m really looking forward to this. Kristin’s really good, too, so I’m sure I’ll learn a lot from her.

Andy Bartlett

By day, I am the executive director of communications and marketing at Bemidji State University. The rest of the time, I'm a husband, father of three, and proponent of super heroes, lasers, space ships and explosions.

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