Today I am in Ft. Wayne, IN, and I will be heading to Ohio this afternoon. I was born and raised in Ohio. I checked out the Crayola name and when I saw "Chestnut" it reminded me of a buckeye, and being that Ohio is "The Buckeye State" I really had no choice but to draw the state of Ohio. Without having a map to look at, I drew this. Despite that I think I did a pretty good job with the Ohio shape. (Okay, I have to confess that I actually drew it backwards. Once I got on the Interstate between Ft. Wayne and Toledo, I saw the actual Ohio shape and realized that I drew it backwards. So, through the beauty of the Photoshop, I flipped the drawing and now it looks right.)
Its too bad that I am not going to see my family at all while I am here. My Mom is in Cleveland, and that is about 2 1/2 hours from Toledo, and my Dad does not even know that I am here. I told him, but he does not remember. I have a great father. He's really loving and demonstrative with his affection, but he is quirky. He only recalls about half of what I talk to him about. I used to think that memory problem was some type of early Alzheimer's, but now I am pretty convinced that he is just on a shit-load of pain medications. We all wish that our relationships with our parents were different/better. I wonder what my daughters will say about me in 10 years. Or what they say about me now.
I feel like I need to call home and check in with hubby and kids now.
Its too bad that I am not going to see my family at all while I am here. My Mom is in Cleveland, and that is about 2 1/2 hours from Toledo, and my Dad does not even know that I am here. I told him, but he does not remember. I have a great father. He's really loving and demonstrative with his affection, but he is quirky. He only recalls about half of what I talk to him about. I used to think that memory problem was some type of early Alzheimer's, but now I am pretty convinced that he is just on a shit-load of pain medications. We all wish that our relationships with our parents were different/better. I wonder what my daughters will say about me in 10 years. Or what they say about me now.
I feel like I need to call home and check in with hubby and kids now.
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