Tag: postaday

Exercise

Clearly Clive had found a new level of enthusiasm for drawing his friends. I watched him as he sat at the table, working away. “It’s part fun and part social commentary,” he said, evidently reading my mind. “It’ll be what it wants to be.”… Continue Reading “Exercise”

Don’t Rock the Boat

“So how about we go for a walk?” I asked. “Or are you still too tired from shovelling?” Clive’s face lit up and he put up his hand and pulled pencils and paper out from one of his pockets. I waited quietly, watching him… Continue Reading “Don’t Rock the Boat”

Strip

After shovelling snow with the other KerDoodles Clive came to me, holding a piece of paper in his hand. He handed it to me with a worried look on his face. “What’s this?” I asked. “You inspired me,” he said. “You’ve been drawing us,… Continue Reading “Strip”

Rottenvater

The monster is always there. Everybody has a Rottenvater. The question isn’t whether he’s there, but how you deal with him. You can feed him, comfort him, nurture him and help him grow, perhaps even allow him to guide you and run your life.… Continue Reading “Rottenvater”

Choices

“And that’s that?” I asked. “He just slips under the bed and we all carry on?” “Yes, that’s exactly right,” replied Clive. “The Rottenvater is out of sight, definitely, but he’s never completely out of mind. He is always there, niggling at us, worrying… Continue Reading “Choices”

Bells

Clive scurried around and stood beside me and for the longest time we both stood and watched as the Rottenvater hung in the air before us. He looked furious, mixed with enraged, blended into a frothy kind of malevolence, and as we watched we… Continue Reading “Bells”

Something you should know…

“So in general we’re pretty decent creatures,” said Clive. “We defend our assignments, we sympathize, we empathize, and we try to understand – from our limited position – what you human types are going through. We especially love the children because they can see… Continue Reading “Something you should know…”

Work

Dogs walked, we left the farm again and returned home. It was colder at home and the snow there had not turned to rain at all. In fact, it had snowed hard all night and day, so the sight that greeted me – the… Continue Reading “Work”

Nervous

Overnight, as so often happens in that part of the world, the snow changed to rain and much of the accumulated snow washed away. We took little Rusty for a walk across the water-logged fields and made our way back to the pond where… Continue Reading “Nervous”

Echoes

After our walk we returned to the house. We were chilled now, and needed to warm up. So the fire was started, chairs rearranged, and together we sat at the window, hot cups of mulled cider in hand, to watch the snow fall. After… Continue Reading “Echoes”