Summer off the rails

This summer has not gone to plan, to say the least. I sprained my ankle on vacation just as I was getting back to daily walks after another bout of fatigue. Above is the sketch I did waiting on a tire to replace the one that was separating on the way home, somewhere in the middle of Missouri. That was the amuse bouche for the main course to come. Getting home that night, August 1, already two hours late, Henry and I were jumped by literally hundreds of fleas. It's been a five week odyssey of figuring out how and where they were swarming up from the crawl space. I've flushed at least a thousand down the toilet, scraping them off my legs every time I set foot in the kitchen and the back room where we do most of our living.

We were out of the house another three weeks or so at neighborhood airbnbs, and camping out in the front of it another couple. Yesterday we sat together on our couch for the first time, and today Henry is on the couch just behind me as I work on the computer, which has been also mostly off limits. For the first time this morning, after five house and crawl-space treatments of various kinds and two long stair riser caulking sessions by me over the weekend, I did not have a single flea jump on me. Hallelujah. I cannot even express how good that feels.

The book M is for Memphis got derailed for a while, as did (clearly) this blog. Sadly Weebly's mobile app has also gone hinky and doesn't post the right photos when it publishes, so I just shelved this and waited until I could get back to my work space and then (YAY!!!) upload my proofs of the book an hour ago. Now I can catch up on my other work and post things here again. Thank you for your patience if you're a regular reader.

Below is Friday night's dinner sketch at Ecco. Henry and I walked up and met our regular sketching/art/lunch buddy Christina. It was a perfect patio evening and a lovely break at the home stretch of all the craziness.

Saturday was the Memphis Urban Sketchers meeting at Palladio Garden, which has a lovely large patio for sketching. It was good to get out, remember my dip pen and fun new ink bottles, and do something messy for me instead of careful for the book. I also used the group as a perfectly timed focus group. I printed out several possible book covers and passed them around and got great feedback from fellow artists. I'll do a book post next, but here's my bridge from August to present day. I think I'll go for a walk today with my sketchbook to celebrate and maybe just treat myself to lunch out at the same time.