Tears and Artwork

This morning Rick left for Cleveland. Normally, I push away the fact that he will be once again far from home, but this morning I broke down in tears. Worse yet, I did it in front of Rick and Katie. Rick has enough to deal with, dislikes being away from home and he does not need to worry about how I handle his absences. As for Katie, when she sees me cry she becomes very concerned. As I posted yesterday, I am lacking oomph and it barely registers on the oomph meter. To further enhance my blue mood I am not feeling well. We went out to dinner last night at the Sirloin 66, which is a local diner. I ordered my favorite, a patty melt, but could barely eat half of it. My appetite has been an issue for a few months now and I am nutritionally running on empty.

Katie is really making strides on her art. I make an effort to draw in order to ignite a love of drawing and painting in Katie. I grew up in a home with a very artistic father and some of my best memories are of my father drawing and him teaching me how to draw. I often wonder if I am innately artistically talented or I am talented only because of his influence. What I mean is that if my father wasn't artistic would I have developed the talent at all? Anyway, here is a picture that Katie drew the other day. When I asked her who it was, she said, "Daddy." For a 2 1/2 years old it is very good. Most kids her age and older cannot get the facial features in the right place let alone add eyebrows and pupils. Like several of her works of art, I put it in a frame. However, this one is proudly displayed on the glass/brass etagere in our living room.