We have motion sensitive lights at work. We were assured that they would be able to detect the movement of people working in their cubicles. Well, that turns out to be untrue. I can’t even trigger the lights by standing up and waving my arms around. I have to get up, walk into the aisle, and wave my arms. Every 5 minutes. Or I can just sit in the dark.
I’m pretty sure it’s giving me the finger.
My last fish died, just a couple of days after Franny tore her ACL. It was like the start of a really pitiful country song. I don’t miss the fish so much as I miss the gurgling, splashing sound from the filter. I buried Fishstick under my butterfly bush, but it took me a few days to get around to cleaning out the aquarium. Not two minutes after I’d done so, and had it propped upside down in the tub to drain, Piglet was on the scene and looking for a way to get inside it. Brat.
All of these are approximately 4 1/2 x 6 inches, mixed media on paper, and ALL of them sold almost immediately. Which is nice! But I have worn the prints off the tips of my fingers, blending pastels.
This may have been the longest Winter I’ve ever lived through.
pencil and oil pastel on paper
4 3/8 x 6 inches
This is just a sketch, not something I am planning on putting up for sail. It’s just too fragile. If you look at it sideways, it will smear. But I like the way it turned out, and I’m thinking of ways to make similar pieces that will be more sturdy.
Bosslady
Frances had a rough weekend. On Saturday night, she somehow tore the cruciate ligament on her “good” knee. One minute she was fine, and the next she was three-wheeling it around the house. Her annual check-up was scheduled for Monday, so the vet checked it out and confirmed it’s a cruciate tear. She is full of woe. All her toys and her beloved tennis balls have been put away. She’s back on activity restriction until I can save up the money for surgery.
Somehow, she still manages to stretch out in the frog position. I wonder if it feels good, or if she’s just being pig-headed?
Frogdog
The good news is that, apparently, the TTA (Tibial Tuberosity Advancement) surgery she had last summer is pretty damn stable. It’s expensive, but worth it in the long run for a dog like Frances. That’s what I plan on doing this time around, too, because I’m really happy with how well she recovered from it. That knee is rock solid.
What this means is that I’m going to try to get more things listed in my Etsy shop. There are some pieces there already, mostly small paintings. There will be more to come, too, with all sales going to Franny’s knee fund.
In slow orbit
Ghosts fly
Like comets
Nightmare wings
Swallowing the stars
These are small thoughts
Remembered in a dream
Half mad and drunk
With wanting
red paper boat 