Stare Into Space

A nascent talent

Posted on | August 14, 2008 | 3 Comments

My daughters turned four the other day – a baby no more.  She celebrated in fine style with much merriment and sugary treats.  She also drew a splendid picture of me.  A fine likeness (not that most of you know) and one that now holds pride of place on the fridge door.

Dad drawing

She’s captured me, I think.  Incidentally, that huge arm is no accident.  She specifically pointed out that it was dad’s big arm.  I was under the impression that my arms were fairly similar in size but apparently not.  The reasons were explained to me:  that is the arm that she likes to cling to, arms and legs crossed around the forearm monkey-style, while I lift her in a sort of ‘biscep curl’ action.  I did it once when she was little and she still asks me to do it now and then.  It gets harder as she gets bigger and I get older.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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