It seems that while I thought I was engaging in real life, ducking and diving as usual, I was, in fact, playing a game of Snakes & Ladders!
You know how it goes: roll the dice and with a bit of luck you scoot along rising up the board with each throw, sometimes slipping back now and again (darn it) only to forge ahead at others by climbing up the ladders of great promise. Onwards and upwards, get outa ma way dinnae haud me back, - then, when you think you are heading down the home straight, cheering crowds on either side, riding high on a double-six, wham-bam thank-you-maam you’ve hit the longest slithery snake two boxes from the end and in a flash find yourself at the very bottom again next to square one. Expletives deleted.
I find that games are often analogies for real life, but wish I had been playing ‘Go For Broke’ instead ( I am very good at that game, unlike Monopoly which no one in our household wants ever to play at with me again because they say I don’t know when to give in).
Which leads me (neatly) to my main theme which is: I am still here, and even though I have given it serious thought, I will not give in! [Cherry Pie and Ice Cream, which I have just had put in front of me, helps an awful lot].
Instead, after much thought and contemplation - a long period of reflection and contemplation in the silence of my own empty head, I decide that continue I must. There is still so much I want to accomplish and the place to start is...at Square One, with charcoal in my hand:
The Polka Dot dress, all charcoal on cartridge paper, A2.
Now these this might seem a bit shaky but a boy has to re-start somewhere!
[Dedicated to Melanie “One Cow at a Time“]