Aug 18, 2010 17:29
I'm reading an interesting book right now about a women who's father committed suicide when she was a young girl. The title escapes me at the moment...
But either way, throughout the book she has little doodles in the margin that her father drew in his journals. All I can think about is my dad's doodles and what I wouldn't give for one of those little scraps of paper the he used to draw on while on the phone.
My dad was a pretty artistic guy that I don't think was every really given an artistic outlet. I remember as a kid coloring with him and being jealous of how good he could color.