I’m spending the day with mom as she’s having a little thing taken off her arm. The office suggested she bring a light blanket and that she come prepared to spend a chunk of the day.
I stopped at Arlene’s Art Supplies store last night on the way home which is always a good time. So many pens and papers and stuff… must.show.restraint. But I had a mission. I hoped that they had “adult coloring books” and they did, quite a selection. So I got two, and some no-wood color pencils (and I knew I had crayons at home) and then I asked if they had, after hesitating as to how to ask, triangular graph paper. Oh, the guy said, isometric. Yes indeedy that’s the stuff, gladdened in my heart that someone else in the world knew that.
So off I went with some new buttons and the good feeling that comes from wandering around looking at art supplies, even if they make you wish you knew how to use them ALL.
Now I’m by myself in the waiting room with our two bags of “come prepared to be here awhile.” They advised her she might want a light blanket and a snack and a beverage. She could hardly decide what “blanket” to bring but went with her bug jar quilt.
Neither of us are very good at traveling light. Our philosophy is: if it will fit in the car it can come along. My prep bag has two water bottles and some snack crackers with cheese or peanut butter and the art supplies. And the book of Van Gogh letters. And my computer. And my moleskine. And a bag of almonds.
