From Whence These Right-brained Souls?

Help! I'm now living in a house with two artists!
First Claye slowly turned into a sculptor; now Turtle has suddenly blossomed into a sketcher.
We should call him Grandpa Moses, I think, because when he gets into a hobby, he seriously gets into it, though there be any number of Red Seas before him.  Turtle started taking lessons from Claye, who agreed to give him some pointers, although drawing isn't really her forte. Then he bought books on the subject and has now filled the den with every perfect shade and texture of pencil and every size of  drawing notebook

 Whenever he has to sit and wait--and that's not uncommon for a pastor who makes hospital calls--he draws portraits of the people sitting around him, and while he is sitting at conventions or in airports, he sketches the nearby buildings.

The good thing about it is that he is helping to illustrate my lesson plans for the Wednesday night children's program; The bad thing is...well...I kind of wish I could paint or something or maybe play the piano or the cello or write legibly...yes that would be a good start. I'll work on that.

Anyway, to give you some idea of what this is all like: I came home from work a couple of days ago and found this shopping list on my fridge: