Tomorrow is Halloween but things got spooky around here yesterday.
Each year lately, I have drawn an original Christmas card using colored pencils. I generally am not inspired until the deadline approaches in late October. I will never learn. It is the same this year.
I have generally drawn various ornaments over the years to be the cover of the card though there have been variations. This year I decided to use my Teddy Bear. His name is Pooh and he was a gift from my father nearly 50 years ago. He has been well loved and shows his age as much as I.
Let me explain. My family has long recognized that Pooh is more than a stuffed toy. In fact, I shudder to use those words in the same sentence with Pooh’s name. He has energy. He has power.
He has been loved and treated with respect since he arrived under the Christmas tree nearly 50 years ago. My dad was shopping with my mom at Woolworth’s and a teddy bear fell off the shelf and landed at his feet. He knew that the bear had elected to be my Christmas gift.
Pooh has slept with a teenage girl and later college coed for year. He has been given sips of beer by her father until the felt of his mouth rotted and her mother had to sew his mouth closed. His glued on eyes have broken and fallen off to be replace by large buttons.
He has watched graduations, jobs, marriages and children come and go over the years. He watched over an aging man struggle with MS and his wife with cancer. He watched and loved them through their passings.
Now, he sits and watches Grandchildren run through the room sometimes stopping to gaze into his eyes and wonder. He gives them love but tells them silently that he is to old to give anything but gentle hugs anymore.
It is this bear that I decided to make the centerpiece of this year’s Christmas card. But I wanted to take the reference photo with him looking more like a classic Teddy. I wanted him without his outfit.
The bear whispered to me that he was not comfortable with the idea when I was stripping off his shirt and pants. He said, “uh uh” when I placed his nakedness back in his rocking chair.
Then I couldn’t find my cameras. I searched everywhere. For an hour. FINALLY, I found them in a place I never put them.
I set up the photo and tried to shoot. The lens of both cameras were fogged.
FINALLY, one of the lens cleared. The batteries died before the picture could be taken.
I replaced the batteries. Still dead. I warmed the batteries and FINALLY had power.
I promised The Bear I would be sensitive. I took a large number of photos.
The next day I selected a photo and sent it to the printer. Nothing but a blank sheet. For two days, I periodically sent the picture to the printer with the same result. Nada. I printed something else. Yep, I needed a new cartridge but SOMETHING appeared not just the blank sheet that spit out when I sent The Bear’s photo.
FINALLY, the picture appeared. Today, I began the drawing. Coming along although I know at any moment it may spontaneously combust if The Bear is not happy with it….