Oodles of Doodles

I can't just doodle.  You know, make strange little marks on a paper.  Or nice objects on a paper.  Or pretty pictures on a paper.  I consider pretty pictures on a paper paint material and I must paint them.  Another doodle I sometimes do (but haven't done in quite a while, now that I think about it) is scribble doodling.  I take a pencil and close my eyes and just let my mind go blank.  This is relatively easy, as my family tells me there's little in my mind.  Then I hold the pencil and just let it flow on the paper.  It goes everywhere.  After about a minute, I stop and open my eyes.  I ignore the paper for a while, but come back to it and behold!!  Up pops an image!  Mind you, it's sometimes not a cohesive picture, but more a representation of something.  And it's almost always a drawing within the scribbles, which means I will erase all the scribbles around the perceived drawing, then I'll ink the vital scribble lines, then paint inside the lines.  This is a fantastic activity for kids.  It's also a fantastic activity for adults, especially those who say, "I can't draw anything."  Oh yes you can.  Look at these - I came, I scribbled, I saw.  I saw a mama reading to her child, a woman sewing, and a jester.  I'm sure a psychologist could tell me that I see what I want to see.  Duh...  That's the objective here.  My parents read to me a lot, I read to my children a lot.  I've done much, much, much sewing in my lifetime.  And I used to be a jester in a royal court.  Seriously.  Not really, but I do like to laugh a lot and act like a fool.  Truthfully, my entire family likes to laugh and act like fools.  Every Christmas for years, we would create a "Stupid Christmas Photo" to send to all our friends.  One year, the photo involved the huzbin and kids standing over me with angry faces while I was sprawled on the floor with X's on my eyes.  Another photo we all wore a King Tut mask.  Another one was the family in a rubber horse head.  Those are some that quickly come to mind.  There are others, but I don't want you to think ill of me.  Now that I think about it, the entire family is a pack of jesters, all wanting to entertain and make merry all the time.  Like last week, my mother went to visit her sister in a nursing facility.  My mother has terrible arthritis in her spine and has to use a walker.  She's also pretty much doubled over at a right angle.  As she was trying to push open the door to leave the facility, two aides came over and asked, "And just where do you think you're going?"  They tried to escort her back to her room.  When the rest of us heard that story, we laughed and laughed and laughed.  She didn't realize she was making the rest of us merry!!!  But she did find it humorous.   Good thing she can laugh at herself.  Sometimes.  Sometimes not, but that's a whole lifetime of stories I'll save for another time.  Look at these scribbles for now.