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After a short time we had
baby Lottie on a schedule (More or less) and it made life easier for us.
Lesley was still as
passionate as she had always been and our private moments were not interrupted
too often by Lottie.
I loved my little family as
much as a man can.
On the way to work I sometimes
listen to music to get my mind off of the stressful issues that would require
my full attention during the day.
The lyrics of many of the popular songs were
not true love songs but about a relationship that had no commitment and was a
temporary arrangement at best.
It's knowing that your
door is always open
And your path is free to
That makes me tend to
leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed
behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not
By forgotten words and
And the ink stains that
are dried upon some line
The song “Gentle
on my mind” simply means you aren’t good enough to commit to for life. The best
he can offer is to shack up with someone until he get’s tired of one he doesn’t
love and it’s I’m sorry, goodbye.
lovers can only be satisfied by loving themselves and use others to as pawns to
validate their greatness.
melodies waft the despicable message along encouraging people to be shallow and
I finally had to
quit listening to that garbage no matter how enjoyable the melodies were.
I suppose it happens to every
business when things level out and are just more or less running themselves. At
the moment there are new projects on the board and it’s “clean up” time.
The company is at such a point
where I’m just overseeing past projects to make sure everything has been
finished according to our plans.
I come home early and get to
be with Lesley and Lottie who is quickly growing up.
While watching her crawling
around and trying to pull herself up to a standing position I called to mind
the words “rug rat.”
Even though Lesley tries to
keep the house spotless Lottie’s knees find enough dirt to cover her knees.
While watching Lesley in the
shower and when she emerged to dry off, all of a sudden the desire rose in me
to paint her once again. I didn’t think I would ever do it again but I got the
urge to do it once more.
The first time she was partly
undressed and I imagined the rest but this time I want her completely nude.
Her body isn’t quite as
perfect as it was before Lottie but it is far more appealing for some reason.
Perhaps it’s the slight sag of her breasts or the way she leans to the side
from carrying Lottie on her hip it takes her a moment to straighten up.
I quickly sketched her as she
stood drying her hair and as she bent over putting on her undies. That position
is enough to inspire the most untalented among us to want to become a painter.
I’ve seen her before and I
like what I see now far better. It must be the added level of maturity that
makes the difference.
I venture to say that only an
artist would feel this way for we see beyond the obvious. I didn’t know how she
would feel about the project I had in mind for the first portrait had a strange
effect upon the viewers.
In painting her again I
wanted to stimulate the mind far beyond what the eyes were seeing. As I stared
at the brief sketches I had just made of her especially the side view of her
bending over made me fall in love with the images before me.
It had been a long time since
I felt like this and I simply had to paint her again.
She finished dressing and
went to check on Lottie and I continued to embellish the sketches from memory.
After dinner that night I
pulled out the drawing I had made of her and she said, “You dirty old man.” She went on and said, “I’m glad you drew me
from the side and not the rear.”
I told her, “You know I
haven’t done any art work for a long time but when I saw you today I got an
irresistible urge to paint you once again.
I want to use the same technique as
before, except I’ve improved on it.”
“Are you going to sell it or
give it away or what?”
“No I plan on hanging it in
the large hallway so I can see it every time I enter the door.”
She said, “Over the years I’m
bound to change and the only way I will agree to doing this is for you to agree
to make the picture reflect how I look every year.”
“You mean you want me to
touch the painting up each year?”
“Yes that is what I want. I
don’t need to be reminded of what I looked like thirty years ago.”
I said, “Okay I can do that
if it’s what you want.”
After I thought it over I
concluded that this was going to be the most interesting project I have ever