Everybody's a comedian... or an iguana.

Emma was sick all day yesterday.

Last night, after most of the carnage was over, she and her old dad hung out at the kitchen table for about an hour, swapping stories and jokes over flat Sprite and plain toast. It was a good time, and I wish I got more time like that with her.

Unfortunately, she has to be sick-unto-death before she'll slow down long enough for these kinds of conversations. : ]

All the jokes were made up on the spot. And this was my favorite:

Emma: A talking comedian walks into a bar...

Me: Aren't all comedians talking comedians?

Emma: Oh.. wait! I mean an iguana.

Me: (hysterical laughter)

I don't remember the rest of the joke. It had something to do with hitting people on the head (with a bar, of course) and blending into the background.

You know. Like how comedians do.

La peinture est la vie

"The paint is the life"

Update, for anyone who happens to be lurking in the shadows around this blog, wondering what's up with my life. I am, at this point, a full-time house painter.

It's been a long, long time since that's been my main gig--and even when it was, I was working for someone else, not as an independent contractor. But I can honestly say that I really do enjoy painting, and I've never regretted learning the trade. It's been a good friend to me over the years, and now it's really coming through in the clinch.

There's still a plan here, for Deb to land an accounting job and become the primary breadwinner. At which point (depending on just how much bread she wins) my painting with become more of a peripheral occupation, bringing in some extra cash while I try and focus on writing, performing and recording.

We thought (and continue to think) that it's a good plan. However, despite all of our good-plan-thinking, things have thus far failed to click into place.

Thus, the painting.

So, until things do click, we appreciate your prayers, your friendship, and most of all.. any painting work you can throw my way. ;-]