iron: Browse The Strips
Tuesday, August 25, 1981
Monday, January 17, 1983
Tuesday, January 18, 1983
Sunday, January 23, 1983
Sunday, October 2, 1983
Tuesday, January 17, 1984
Saturday, October 20, 1984
Monday, October 22, 1984
Monday, September 9, 1985
Sunday, February 2, 1986
Sunday, November 26, 1995
Saturday, February 15, 1997
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Friday, June 23, 2006
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, January 16, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Lynn's Comments: I don't remember having class outings at all when I was in elementary school, and the Lynn Lake environment didn't provide much in the way of field trips unless one toured the mine. I imagined, then, what it would be like to take a group of children to an average city gallery and see how they'd react to the experience.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Lynn's Comments: Here is another word for word exchange between my husband and me. The punch line was exactly as written. I didn't toss a measuring cup--but I sure wanted to. This resulted in his taking over the pressing of his own shirts and clinic gowns--until we hired a housekeeper who came once a week and actually enjoyed ironing!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Monday, September 8, 2014
Lynn's Comments: The Enjos provided both Elizabeth and Michael with friends to play with--I wanted the whole family to integrate with the Pattersons. This is always the hope when new folks move into the neighbourhood, and I could make it happen in the strip!
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Lynn's Comments: I am someone who procrastinates until stuff HAS to be done. In order to force myself to do ironing, say, I give myself a deadline--I have learned from the strip that deadlines provide the pressure I need to produce. I'll invite friends for dinner at 6:00 on Saturday, for example, so I'll definitely have the kitchen clean by the time they get here. I'll promise someone an article of clothing, and then I HAVE to go through my closet. I'll have a garden party to force myself to weed my garden, and on it goes. This strip was done when I was in a panic. I had procrastinated for so long that I was late; my editor expected to get this strip several days beforehand, and if I didn't get it done ASAP, I'd be fined for missing my deadline. I wondered what in the world I would do for this Sunday page--and it hit me! Why not write about procrastination!
Cleaning up at the end of the day was an easy price to pay for the peace it provided... besides, I knew what they were doing and where they were. The stairwell we used as kids went down into our basement. The one my kids played on sent everything into the living room. This made for some hide and seek thereafter and although I made a thorough search for marbles and the like, I kept finding residual rolling stock until the day we moved away.