the art of my mother

Now I’m almost certain Mum would be horrified to know that I’ve retained this chalk drawing on our blackboard wall as a shrine to her greatness. Although it’s not the finest art, I love it so because her hands did it and she was here. Sadly the rest of the wall has become unusable now and needs to be repainted. In fact, it’s needed to be repainted for some time (about 5 years) but I’ve stubbornly resisted on account of this delicious doodle. It would look bizarre to leave a faded patch in an effort to preserve this so I’m nearing the conclusion that I have to let it go - especially as we’re likely to be running a school in the kitchen for some months. I bought the blackboard paint and felt like I might sob in the shop.... but no-one would notice in these sombre days. Now I just have to work towards actually doing it.

We packed up our things at the office this afternoon ready for extended home working. Felt odd, like the last day of uni.

Gratefuls:

1. Relative job security;
2. Having had an awesome Mum;
3. Comforting conversations and occasional escapes from corona chat.