That red dot below Indianapolis is me. I’m really hoping that the tornado watch we’re under doesn’t turn into a tornado warning (counties northeast of us are under one right now). And if it does, I hope that IU’s emergency warning system is working properly, because I can barely hear the storm sirens from my bedroom. They aren’t loud enough to actually wake me up, but an email notification should.
I really, really, really hate tornado season.
Sharpie pen in composition book
9 3/4 x 7 1/2 inches
We had a presentation and Q&A session today from another candidate interviewing for the head of technical services. Two hours long. I think I would have cried if I hadn’t been able to doodle.
Apparently today was the day for spring cleaning. All the rugs have been washed, and the patio windows are clean inside and out, including the frames and tracks. Well, clean-ish. Harriet immediately smeared her nose all over them. Brat.
And look at what a beautiful day it was! Sunny and not too hot, just perfect for opening the windows and airing out the house.
Harriet topped off her birthday with a nap. On top of her favorite bone. Maybe she was worried that the cats would steal it?
With a giant raspberry.
Harriet is 13 years old today. Not long after I got her, I met an elderly couple with a 14 year old Boxer. I was in awe, because they aren’t supposed to live that long. Harriet is giving it a good try, though. She’s lumpy and leaky, but she’s relatively healthy and pretty happy with life.
gel ink and watercolor pencil on 140lb Cartiera Magnani hot press watercolor paper
4 x 5 1/2 inches
One of my coworkers was cataloging a book for the fine arts library when I stopped by her desk to talk. I flipped through the book quickly, to look at the pictures (I work with boring government documents, so I rarely get to play with fun books). There were several photos of tattooed, taxidermied pigs. WTF?! The text was all in French, which I don’t speak, so I don’t know what the artist had to say about his work. The images were both creepy and amazing, though. Seriously, who the hell tattoos a dead pig?! WITH THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS?!!!
The funny part (to me, anyway) is that I’ve really been wanting to get a tattoo of a flying pig. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something
I can’t believe it’s been two months. It seems much longer ago than that.
Sharpie pen in composition book
6 x 6 inches
I guess they weren’t, strictly speaking, staff meetings, but I had to attend two candidate interviews today, which gave me a couple of hours of doodling time. I’ll be going to more of them next week, too. Joy.
Grandma with Bird
red paper boat 