Phyllis Diller, a comedian whose humor some of us actually remember quite vividly, though we are loath to admit it for fear of acknowledging how soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing, our three and twentieth year … and the three and thirtieth, the three and fortieth, and so on!
Phyllis, as I was saying, upon hearing that some housewife cleaned her house every six months, had brightly remarked, “Why so often?” It’s a sentiment to which, I usually quite heartily concur. As she wisely noted, “Housework can’t kill you, but why take the chance.” I have, nonetheless, been reduced to cleaning my house as a dire necessity. And in so doing have found some very nice sheets of Canson pastel paper, as well as some Magnani Pescia soft blue drawing paper, that are just the sort of things I need now that I’m “fishing” night and day.
It’s very fortuitous to find a stash of drawing paper that you forgot you even owned when you are right in the midst of drawing all the time. Thus my late spring no bud or blossom sheweth. Au contraire, it’s all fish.
So I’m going to draw like a demon with these new pages, but as to housekeeping … once I have got past the dire need, I fully intend to resume my wiser habits of old. As Phyllis said in deeper explanation: “Cleaning your house while your children are still growing up is like shoveling the walk while it’s still snowing.”
If I start cleaning house again before six months has passed, somebody slap me! Please!