Thursday, December 10, 2015


It's been awhile since I sat down to draw a cartoon. Since the move, my tablet's been in bubble wrap until now. 

One of the things I like about our new neighbourhood is all the walking and bike paths. I love walking and have always walked on my own or with company for exercise or pure enjoyment.

I also like taking the kids for walks, too. With kids, though, I don't know if I can really call them "walks". It's more moseying standing by that same section of curb or puddle or sewer drain forever. I can see the seasons change around me.

What's in that sewer drain, anyway? Well, first you have to yell "hello" in it, then note the water and whatever else is floating down there, then ask how you get down there, then try to fit a limb in there, then try to put leaves in it, then look at your leaves down there, then look for branches to stuff in... then after being discouraged from stuffing branches in the drain, we move on to shuffling sideways along the curb and finding small chunks of it that came off, many of which I'm asked to hold onto, and so on.

It's pretty cute for a while, conjuring up those memes about childhood and parenting that keep showing up in my newsfeed; you know, those ones with a stock photo of a kid blowing bubbles or dancing in a sunset with text that reminds you to savour these moments and let them be children because one day they'll be gone and you'll be a lonely sad sack of a human being.

Luckily for us, we're homeschooling this year (Big Bro is technically JK age), so we do have the time to savour and cherish and all that stuff. After a while, though, I don't know how else to marvel over an endless "fishing" expedition that involves sticks in a water-filled pothole.

They're having fun, at least. Being kids and such. As long as I stop expecting to get exercise or a change of scenery, it'll be fine. It's the journey anyway, right? Even if it's only to the next driveway. I think there was a meme about that, too.

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