Somehow, my sketch doesn’t reveal the pleasure Mike takes in relaxing.
That sums it up: Nice moments trump (pardon the expression) being with your stuff.
One of the hardest parts of retiring was moving across the country with a lifetime of accumulated…. s*uff. I, to this day, still have an issue letting go of things. At some point letting go will be a must… I’m working up to it gradually… very gradually.
I recently came across this ‘comic book’ that I made shortly after I retired. I still have some of these issues more than 10 years later.
This is the second page of my short comic “I’m My Own Worst Enemy“, about a bit of life as a sibling of a nonverbal, low functioning, autistic brother.
This was an early attempt to capture the beauty of the dogwood blossoms outside my Mom and Dad’s house. Today is the (14th) anniversary of my father’s death. I can’t think of a dogwood tree without thinking of him. Once I asked Dad how he was able to identify a dogwood tree. “By its bark,” […]