Saturday, November 29, 2014
I have to force myself to make my coffee in the morning and walk the dogs. Usually I don't succeed and head straight for the book and paper I have put out of sight the night before. I hope in vain that I will resist giving it just one more try while the coffee maker works, but even if I manage to pour a cup of coffee it sits on the table unnoticed until it is long cold. Next thing I know hours have passed while I struggle to understand the maneuvers required to reach my goal I need to focus on other things, notably beginning to plan the solo art show I have committed myself to do in May. Unless I plan on exhibiting hundreds of pieces of waste paper I had better get moving.
Right now I have more folding to do, though.........I promise myself just until I master the square.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
There have been storms all over the country, messing up plans for the holiday all over the country. Not so for Eastport, though. All we got was this slush, which has frozen now in a lot of places. Willy, that naughty boy, got away from me this morning as I was so dutifully picking up his poop. He disappeared and I spent about thirty minutes slogging through the mess looking for him. When I finally spotted him with his leash wrapped around a bush behind a neighbor's house, he simply waited for me to untangle him, then raced away before I had a good grip on him. I am almost never angry with my boys, but I must say Willy inspired a deluge of unprintable words from my usually genteel mouth. It was another fifteen minutes or so before I spotted him again, this time racing toward town. He stopped and looked back at me, waited until I was just a few feet from him, then took flight again. Finally I was able to grab his leash as he stopped to investigate some irresistible aroma. I put him on a short tether and dragged him home, lecturing him the whole way. He, of course was oblivious to my irritation until we got to the house. Snapping his leash off and calling him uncomplimentary names finally got through to him that I was angry, and when I refused to give him his usual post-walk treat he knew something was wrong. He slunk upstairs and I haven't seen him since.
He has no idea why things took such an unfortunate turn, but he is laying low, no doubt waiting for the puzzling storm to pass. I ought to call him down, and I will in a little while, but thoughts of the winter ahead keep me in a less than charitable mood. I see the near future, me trudging after him through snow banks as high as my waist, slipping on ice-covered driveways, struggling through neighbors' unshoveled yards, peering under porches....well, you get the picture. Willy, Willy, Willy.
But ya gotta love 'im..........
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Next is the pathetic result of my attempt at making mosaics. I enjoyed doing it at Lisa's studio, where she showed me how to do it. The first design I made I dismantled before gluing it, then proceeded to do this one. The idea was good, but the execution leaves a lot to be desired. My plan was to produce the ever-amazing (to me) Fibonacci curve. I was unable to accomplish it beyond this barely recognizable image. It was fun, though, and I look forward to trying it again.