I opened a bottle of wine (Graves, Bordeaux white) last week and it lasted for four days. That’s how I knew something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong. That’s how I knew I was in a slump. The dumps. The crapper. The joie had vamoosed from ma vie.
The first thing I do when I am in the dumps is I put on a new pair of socks. Not just clean socks (although, some days, that’s an achievement worth celebrating): but new socks. There’s a feeling, like sparkles and youth down to the tootsies, that only a brand new never-worn fresh off the slow boat from China socks can give you.
Then, I take a walk; I go around the block, but in a way I don’t usually go. I chose this time to check out Garden Street counter-clockwise.
Lastly, I only watch the last half hours of the three (3) Grey’s Anatomy re-runs on Channel 45 from 6:00 EST – 9:00 EST, Mon-Fri. Part of my doldrums can be accountable to my recent Grey’s Anatomy addiction. I’ve never watched the show in prime time but lately I discovered it on Lifetime (15 hours a week) and I got hooked and I don’t know why; I don’t even like most of the characters. But there I sat, day after day, watching that whiny girl with the split ends and her complicated-domestic-arrangement boyfriend with the great hair and all the people they kill off, show after show, hating myself for three solid hours a day. What is with that show? Why do I love it so?
Turns out that you only have to watch the last half-hour to get the jist (those hospital people are very, very good at recapitulating each episode and each story line by use of crafty dialogue every 30 minutes) so, by cutting my Grey’s Addiction in half each day I started to feel better about myself.
And then I went back to my nemesis, my artistic bete noir, my raison de puke-fest. Mano a mano. Me and that god-awful street scene in St.-Malo.
I sat down and, over the course of three days, I re-re-re-re-re-painted that illustration of me and Top Cat strolling down a quaint French street at dusk for my next book from Bloomsbury in 2012 about a road trip in France. (That’s me impersonating a Grey’s Anatomy recapitulation for all of you who don’t read this blog regularly and what is wrong with you that you don’t read this blog regularly??)
To recapitulate, here’s how it went (see below, Confessions of a Work In Progress, Versions 1,2,3,4,5):
Top Cat (my husband and enabler) said that he didn’t like my simplifications, especially not in versions 4 and 5. So this is version 6:
And I’m done.
Except for the india-ink outlines I might add to the buildings in the foreground to correct some minor wonkiness in the perspective. But before I do that I will make a color Xerox [TM] copy (for reals: there’s a Xerox [TM] color copier at my local Staples) and I’ll do the outlines on that color copy to see how it looks before I commit indelible ink on the original. (This is my Tricks of the Trade Tip for the day.)
And Lords Have Mercy: Lifetime is moving Grey’s Anatomy to 1:00 EST, out of the realm of watchability for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you video gods. I can have a life again from 6:00 PM to 9:oo PM.
And, for all of you who might be in the dumps or otherwise wine-less on this Friday morn (and because you can never have too many penguins in your life) this is for you:
Hug a Rockhopper today.