Well...March is about to an end and I really haven't done much. And the drawing has been non-existent. Just lots of stuff.
I did attend Planet Comicon this past Saturday and enjoyed it a lot. Did get to draw. Saw some old friends and hopefully made some new ones. The only bummer at the show was the news of former DC E-I-C, Dick Giordano, passing away. He was a good and kind man. I have a Batman sketch he did for me. If I get a chance, I'll get a pic of it and post it.
I've had some disappointments this month. Mostly staffing things. Some folks I thought were coming back, but after efforts to contact them haven't yielded(as my mother would put it) even a "Hi!," "Goodbye!," or "Go to Hell!", it seems prudent to move on and hire replacements. Puts a bit of a training strain but that's the biz, and it is constant and changing if anything. Nor do I begrudge those who have decided to "move on." I just wish they'd given me the common decency to let me know. It's real simple..."Hey, Mike. Things in my life have changed and I don't think I'll be coming back this season."...not hard to do.
And I made vows to myself regarding working at the park. 1) I wouldn't let it get in the way of my relationship with my wife. Last season did, and I spent a lot of the offseason trying to get back to knowing her and spending time with her. 2) It doesn't get in the way of honing my cartooning skills and working on projects I've envisioned. I'd like to achieve a few of my own dreams in the amount of life I have left. 3) I am not going to be pulled in many different directions by many different "higher ups." 4) It isn't going to take time from studying scripture and learning Hebrew. 5) Too much physical pain from the job isn't worth it.
Irony of ironies...all of these have already been broken. Plus my blood sugar has been spiked this past month, and I've been taking more and more insulin trying to get it down. It's from the stress. And I've had some twinges of tightness in my chest. There are other things, too, but a public forum like a blog isn't the place to air those things.
Suffice it to say, I feel like I may be coming to a crossroads if not already there. And it really kind of sucks to be almost 55 and still asking the question of what I would like to be "when I grow up?"
But tonight was a beautiful full moon, and I can only imagine what it was like those many years ago in Egypt when people were huddled in huts knowing the only thing keeping them from the Angel of Death was smeared blood on their doorposts. And that the next day would bring about a change in their lives. Or even the fear in those 2,000 years ago who had watched their Rabbi, their "King," their "Messiah,"...their "Hope" put to death, and wondering what would come next.
With that, I'll just sign off with Best Wishes to all for a Happy and Joyous Passover!
Good Holiday, and "L'Chaim!"