Sentenced: Shiri’s 4-27-14 Edition
I haven’t made much reading progress lately and am thus lacking in literary *kablam* fodder.
I have, however, had a really, really shitty couple of weeks, with things going from *grrrrr* to *that’s it, I’m crawling into that black hole and never coming out* on Friday night. There are many reasons, some of which I’ve mentioned in previous posts and some of which I will write a tell all book about someday while giving a middle finger to cogs and machine alike.
All the above, however, is not excuse to forgo a blog entry. I mean, I have a responsibility to all six of you out there, right? (crap, I hope there are more of you than that).
Instead of words, I am Sentenced this week by two acts of kindness that blew away the thunderheads and made me feel warm and melty and very loved.
The first, well, out of the mouths of babes: the four year old declared that next time I got upset he would, “BLAM!” whoever it was upset me. He then jumped down from his his chair, abandoning bagel and grapes to the mercy of his sister, and demonstrated how he would go about vanquishing my enemies.
It is one of the most wonderful things in the world to have your four year old son declare himself your champion and defender.
The other gift was from R.J. Keith: writing buddy, confidant, co-coffee experimenter, beta-reader extraordinaire, willing ear, cover designer, amazing artist, and incredible friend. I know she was tired last night, no matter how much of *pshaw* she declaimed. I know she has writing of her own to do, homework, art for herself, art for other people, editing for other people, art for me, etc. A very large, very full plate. Despite all of it, she stayed up until 0100 drawing these for me:
Who are these adorable, squishable works of art? The first one is my fiddle playing, rock star Lucifer from Shaman. The second features Venya, Harker, and Misha, the main human characters from same. Are they not the cutest things you have ever seen? I mean, besides my kids of course, but I’m sort of obligated to say that; it’s in the Mom Contract. Seriously, though. Insane right? You want to giggle with abandon whenever you look at them, don’t you? I know I do. I want to see them all the time. I want them on all the things!
Do you not want pillows and stickers and mugs?
(If you do, let me know, I’m sure it could be arranged)
The point, the more profound one, anyway, is: a friend saw I needed some human kindness and she took minutes and hours out of her very precious down time to make something special just for me with her own fantastic talent. That, folks, is a friend, and I am Sentenced by her willingness to give of herself. Thanks, R.J.