Seventh Summer: “If anybody would just listen to me once in a while!”
We took a break from food and painted yesterday, but while I ate lunch Chloe asked me to get out all the flowers, vases and marbles, and she opened her flower shop:
For the art session I spread a large sheet of newsprint on the trusty (new) oilcloth. Chloe divided the sheet into color blocks and indicated some for me to fill in, saying I was her assistant. “Every great artist has a manager,” she said. Having just read a New Yorker article about contemporary artist Ed Ruscha, I knew she was right. So we created a collaborative color field painting.
Later she said nobody had ever painted anything like that. I just said “Let me tell you about Mark Rothko some time.”
We had nearly too much fun in the pool–lots of friends and neighbors, which is unusual, and we stayed too long. When she came in she sat, naked and miserable, on the bedroom floor. I asked her to pick up her bathing suit and went to fix dinner. Soon a mystery figure appeared, draped in the same pinks and greens as last week’s dress-up, declaring herself “Princess Joy,” but Gary dubbed her the Krause Springs Fireworks Princess because that’s where we’re going for the Fourth. (I later found the wet suit on the bed, but at least she did pick it up.)
Once her blood sugar was restored, she happily went out to the courtyard and made sand sculptures:
I wanted to comb out her tangled (green-blond) hair before taking her home, but she clung to Gary’s leg, asking him to “walk.” I implored him to just disengage so I could get her hair done, but he succumbed one more time, and they skidded onto her painting drying on the floor, tearing it. Thus the title of this piece. A little tape on the back fixed it up, but I gave up on combing her hair.
The last battle was buying her water shoes for the Krause Springs outing. She insisted she didn’t need them, even though she’s never swum in natural springs. I texted her mom and said we were stopping at Academy, “if I can get Miss Brat to cooperate,” and her mom texted back, “Please make her do it–I’m trying not to let her get her way by being a brat.” I told Chloe, “sometimes grownups know better, and you’ll be glad you have the shoes. You’ll also need them for Schlitterbahn when we go next month.” We found an adorable pair of Nike sandals, and she was tickled as pink as the shoes. Her mom was happy too.
Next: Chloe’s first visit to Krause Springs for the Fourth of July, with fireworks!