I usually hate Saturdays, but today was ok. I'm glad I took my sketchbook home because I was trying to explain the colour wheel to my neighbour's kid, Jake. I knew he was going to take some spring art classes at the WAG, so I thought I'd do him a favour and teach him his complementaries. I demonstrated on a page in my therapy sketchbook because it has better paper than my dollar store one. As I was painting the primaries, I thought of Grandma Kay and how patient she was while teaching me to avoid making mud with the colours. For a moment I felt like her hands were mine, and I saw myself in Jake. It made me feel like crying, but not from sadness. It's hard to describe - kind of glad that I have that memory. After I got home from Jake's place, I looked at the colour wheel and saw colour as my friend. I can't wait to see Dr. E on Monday.