Lynn's Comments: I remember sitting like this and listening to my parents eating breakfast. It drove me crazy. My dad had full dentures and the sounds he made were different from my mom’s.
The worst was the coffee "intake and swallow." I try not to make those sounds myself, but I'm not out there listening so I'm sure I do!
Lynn's Comments: Bulging the thought balloons out of the margins made the "memory" strips work somehow. It’s funny how the comic art shorthand works; how lines, balloons, and the size of the lettering can convey so much information.
Lynn's Comments: Ruth Carrie Johnston, my mother-in-law, was a lifesaver. She was my co-parent; someone I could count on every day and at all hours. My in-laws’ house was a 5-minute walk from our house, and I thanked my lucky stars for their love, warmth, kindness and generosity.
Lynn's Comments: There were a lot of frogs in our old neighbourhood. You knew it was spring when you could hear them in the wetlands near our house. Our dog never went looking for them with this kind of enthusiasm…he was too smart. The kids, however, did.
Lynn's Comments: This has been wonderful for me too: watching my children play with my grandchildren. This is one of the many rewards in getting older.
Lynn's Comments: This happened to me. I had Aaron on my back and he pointed to a complete stranger in a supermarket (a very down and out character) and said, "Daddy!" It was a cringe-worthy remark. I was a single mom at the time.
Lynn's Comments: The great fun in doing strips like this—making up goofy words and dialogue and funny names for things. When I came up with the title for the country song, I wanted to write all the lyrics. In my next life, I'm gonna be a musician. I won't make it big, but I'll be laughing!
Lynn's Comments: My partner hates to shop for clothing. If I am lucky enough to steer him into a men’s wear store, I have to be careful not to be too enthusiastic, too desperate or too demanding. A few weeks ago, we were successfully collecting things for him to wear on a Mexican vacation. Miserable, he had tried on shorts, shirts and two pairs of light pants. Some of these were going to work!
As I waited outside the changing room, I could hear him mumbling about the music. It was the awful boomf-boomf you hear everywhere; the kind with a wailing auto-tuned voice and repeated lyrics, repeated percussion. Suddenly, he burst out of the cubicle and sprinted for the exit door. I ran after him with the clothing and he told me to leave it all behind. "What’s wrong?" I hollered as he headed for the car. "I can't stand the music any longer!" he cried. "It’s driving me crazy!"
It had been driving me crazy, too. As we drove away without our purchase, I wondered who in the world chooses that awful music, and if anyone had done a study on the economic loss to retail shops, bars and restaurants since this stuff began to "stream"!
Lynn's Comments: We once bought a house that had been lived in by lady who had cats. After a year of cleaning and painting, we had to remove the drywall to get the smell out of the bathroom.
Lynn's Comments: When I cleaned out my mother’s house, the downstairs was filled with cooking magazines, plastic containers and canning jars. "You never know when these things will come in handy!"