When I was cleaning a pile of stuff in the house the other day, I discovered an unused drawing pad underneath all the junk. At first, I was surprised to see the pad there. It was still sealed in plastic and it was in almost pristine condition except for the fact that is was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Then I wondered what it was doing there underneath that pile of ready-to-be-thrown-away paper, and I remembered. Andrea and I bought that thing a long long time ago because she wanted me to draw her while she was pregnant. In fact, we bought the pad along with a bunch of other stuff – drawing pencils, eraser and if I’m not mistaken, even poster paint (or was it acrylic I’m not so sure anymore). Obviously, I didn’t get around to doing it. So I guess it must have been forgotten and got covered with the ever-growing mound of used paper in the house.

So this time I got the pad, cleaned the dust off of it, and set it aside on top of the cabinet. Then I seriously thought about opening it already right there and then but before I could, I stopped. Even though I wanted to immortalize andrea even if she’s not pregnant anymore, I realized I wasn’t ready to go back to drawing. At least not yet. I figured if I’m to go back, then I want to do it without worries.

Right now, that’s close to impossible. With the school year about to draw to a close, I can’t expect to have a lot of free time for drawing.

Perhaps, this summer…  We’ll see…