the great escape

This one rainy day (escape, this thought)...; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. The string series continues.

So Oona and I are making a break for it this week, leaving mom behind to sit by the window and wonder on her (many) parenting mistakes ... namely, we're flying out to Saskatchewan so Oona can see Grandma, and get tickled by the similarly dimpled and dough-fingered.

I've told C more than a few times that I hope she makes the best of it (I know *I* would, oh dark card rooms and lonely divorcées of the world) but I suspect she'll just mow the lawn every three hours, plant a million flowers, rearrange the furniture seventeen times and drink a few gallons of wine against a more-or-less-constant backdrop of Midsomer Murders and Magnum PI reruns. There will be at least one major purchase (outdoor wicker furniture? faux antique chest?) but it's really the pizza bills that will be horrendous.