Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
Signs that Spring has finally come to your small, northeastern college town:
- Lawns are sprouting beer pong tables rather than daffodils
- Freshly opened windows lead to overhearing more middle-of-the-night occurrences. Like, for instance, last Friday’s sounds of a vomiting adult followed by said adult’s drunk friend saying, “It’ll be okay, Charlie. Just wait it out.”
- Your quasi-feral cat has started bringing you dead mice again. The whole mice, this year, which is a mercy when compared to past years when he only brought headless bodies, leading you to wonder if he was stringing all of the skulls onto a necklace he wore on special days.
- Your animal-loving almost-tween has started to have rodent funerals again, complete with headstones and words of remembrance.
- The undergrads have broken out the shorts and tank tops even though its only 50 degrees.
- No one wants to take finals. Additionally, no one wants to grade them.
- You play snow boot hokey-pokey, where you put them in the winter part of the coat closet, then take them out again, then put them in again, until it is July. You do the same with winter blankets on the bed.
- For just one brief moment, when the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the undergrads are not hurling, you are profoundly thankful that you seem to have survived the bitter, bitter end of winter. And then you start preparing to do it again.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.