|Adolescent Pears, pencil on cover stock, 7x7|
I was drawing at night because I've been cleaning my house--anticipating the cleaning ladies who are scheduled to show up tomorrow. First, I found my ironing board--buried under art supplies--and read directions for the steam iron (I skipped HomeEc). I have washed and ironed seven ivory Pottery Barn linen drape/shades (I would have ordered new ones but they're no longer a Pottery Barn item); the window sills are clean; the top of my stove is clean; the dining room table is almost cleared of catalogs; the outside of the microwave is clean; most of the kitchen backsplash tile is clean; and I washed and ironed six hand-painted pillow covers. Why do I like off-white and ivory? Tonight I will tackle the inside of the microwave and clean the hard-to-reach corners of the backsplash. Thank goodness the cleaning ladies aren't going upstairs--I'd be exhausted. (The art supplies from atop the ironing board are piled on the floor.)
I'm beginning to think senescence is a lot like adolescence--tomorrow night I go back to playing for two weeks. Maybe I can play neatly.