Humans and their activities, Geronimo Jerky Cafe, by Elaine

I live about 8km from the city centre of Brisbane -- about the tipping point between cool inner city area and truly suburban soccer mom territory.  Within about 1km of my house, at Blackwood Street, Mitchelton (see location tag), there are FOUR cafes.  I'm not sure we need so many, but it's fun to have different ones to go to when the mood strikes (and amazingly they are all good).  Below is a sketch I did this morning at Geronimo Jerky (cafe) showing a group of army guys enjoying coffee and sandwiches.  The army base nearby keeps many of these cafes in good economic shape I'm sure!

Humans and their activities, sketching, by Elaine (jaguarish)

I went out with the local Urban Sketchers group today, and at our beginning coffee I rapidly sketched everyone at the table -- squishing them in close, to fit them on the page.  They all were pensively glancing up and down as they alternated between looking at their subjects and looking at their paper.

If you are interested to see some of the sketches we produced here is the facebook album of them:
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.620757624668869&type=1

Humans Beings and their activities, My Mom, GloriaV

 

A little sad tale of a human and her activities.

 

My mom has her schedule. Every day has to be the same for her. We were down there for Easter and I got this picture of her in my mind of just being alone as it shows here in the drawing. She sits by that window, watches TV, looks out the window and does odds and ends throughout the day. She gets her phone calls, makes her phone calls, reads the paper and gets upset about all the chaos going on in this world.

 

She lays out her food for breakfast, an Advantage drink, muffin with cheese or instant oatmeal, cream of wheat, whatever she feels like eating. She also preps her lunch and dinner and has them in the frig. ready to warm when it's time.

 

She goes outside with her walker and waters plants, gets a little sun and then goes and waits for the mailman.

 

At 5:00 pm or so she makes her way to the bedroom to watch her TV programs. She always says, "I may be alone, but I'm not lonely." She also says, "I may not smile often, but I'm happy."

 

It saddens me that she will not make a move to come stay with us. I've been trying to make her understand that it's for the best but she won't have it. She will not leave her home so we go there. It's an hour and a half to get there. The ride is fine but in an emergency, it's going to be difficult. She can afford to have someone come in at least 3 times a week, but she won't have that either. I've offered to go stay there with her, but she won't have that either. We go there when husband isn't working, the weekends. Sometimes during the week as well.

 

It's only me that helps her, buying her groceries, doctor's appointments, whatever she needs, I'm there.

 

She says, "When it's time, I'll let you know and you can come." She actually does well, but still I worry and feel sad that she insists on living alone like this. So this is a drawing of a human and their activities. Unfortunately it's my mom.