It's been a rough year so far. My wife totaled her SUV January 2nd and she's been laid up ever since. I had a rental car for thirty days, thanks to our insurance company. (That may be the last kind word I have for them, but that's neither here nor there.) I had my friend Chris come over to help me get my PT Cruiser up and running again. He's a very knowledgeable mechanic and even so it was a long process. I always appreciate my friends that know about cars, or heat, or electricity coming to our aide when needed. I just wish there was a time when someone would say, "Doug, I've got an art crisis. Is there any way you could help?" I feel like there's seldom a time when I can repay for all the favors. Perhaps the universe is balancing out my debt in ways that I don't see. I just can't imagine any art emergencies. "Quick, my mother-in-law is coming over and I need you to touch up her portrait. I accidentally spilled marinara sauce on it." "I know it's four in the morning, but you can tell me how to clean baby puke off an oil painting?" Maybe I should just be thankful.
Here's another thing that's on my mind. I always seem to fight the spell check when I'm writing these. I suppose it's because my phone has got me spoiled with auto-correct. When I write on here it just underlines the word that isn't spelled right. It doesn't automatically give me the right spelling or even change it for me. It reminds me of that grade school teacher everyone had that would say "that's not spelled right" over and over until you finally stumbled upon the correct spelling.
Anyway, I did another hoodie today. One of two my friend Kelsey is buying. A portrait of wrestler John Cena. I'm pretty frickin happy with it:
