Ink in Moleskine sketchbook
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The short version:
It was very crowded on the sailboat and there were many interesting people to talk to, so I even though I brought art supplies, didn’t get to draw anything until we left. My sister parked at a nearby upscale grocery store to grab a cup of coffee for the ride home. I pulled out my sketchbook and did this quick sketch while Sophie and I chatted and waited. I’d realized I’d never really “seen” a palm tree until I drew this one.
The rambling, TMI (too much information) version:
Today is my son Robin’s 32nd birthday and this afternoon his dad (my ex) hosted a great party on his sailboat (excuse me…yacht as he prefers it to be called–and it truly is, with two bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a shower, etc.) berthed in Sausalito. Many of Robin’s friends and family came from around the Bay Area, including my sister and her daughter, my previous ex who is Robin’s other dad (it’s a long story) and that grandfather who at 94 is still strong, handsome and active, though weaker than the last time I saw him and dragging an oxygen tank around with him. It was wonderful to see how sweet and solicitous Robin is with his grandfather. I enjoyed meeting some of Rob’s new friends and reconnecting with some of his old friends–all accomplished, interesting and creative people. One of the guests was my ex’s girlfriend’s best friend Dawn and Dawn’s charming father who was about my age and, I later learned, a well-known local TV newsman who I didn’t recognize in his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses.
There was fabulous food–my son Cody did barbeque duty and grilled up chicken, steak and salmon, plus there was fancy sushi and salads and the fresh blueberry and peach pies I bought/brought. I’m still on my diet and had already lunch so I just had a couple bites of chicken and steak and skipped everything else. I can’t believe how easy it’s been the past month to stick to this diet which is balanced and low on the glycemic index. It’s a miracle really–I’ve never been on a diet before that I didn’t have to cheat and now I can get back into my favorite jeans. Just 5 pounds to go.
32 is an important year, I think. My theory is that by 32 one is fully “cooked” — that who you are is now developed and from then on it’s just fine-tuning. Sure you can keep on growing and learning, but 32 is the year from which I think one’s ship departs to one’s future.