The Remembrancer: Charities
collage (altered photo, anatomical illustration, leaf, fragment of mirror, and magazine clipping)
4 3/4 x 8 1/4 inches
Author: Shelly
The Remembrancer: The Cloister Shell
The Remembrancer: The Cloister Shell
collage (anatomical illustration, altered Polaroid, yearbook photos, brass brads, child’s dress pattern, and magazine clipping) with Neocolors II water-soluble crayons and gesso
4 3/4 x 8 1/4 inches
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Well, then! I guess they told me, eh?
Happy Damned Tuesday!
I got to see most of the eclipse this morning, but not all of it. It was just starting when I took Harriet out for her morning walk. The moon had a thin little slice off the top left edge. By the time I got to work, it was almost completely eclipsed. A huge group of construction workers were standing out in the parking lot, watching it, which I thought was pretty cool.
In other news, I swear there will be some sort of art tonight, even if it kills me. I have been even more useless than usual since I got back from Minnesota, and that has to stop.
In other other news, the film for my Holga arrived yesterday. Wheee! I loaded the camera and will try to get at least a roll shot before the weekend.
In ridiculous news, I somehow managed to sprain my ankle. I think I must have sat down with my foot under me, like ya’ do, and popped something out of place. Then, when I stood up, the out-of-place bit got stressed. Ow! It hurt like hell the first night, was poppy and stiff yesterday (didn’t want to flex or twist, so going down stairs or around corners was fun), and is only a little bit sore today.
In so-amazing-it’s-almost-unbelievable news, Mr. Upstairs has finally figured out how to be (mostly) quiet. His television has not blared in weeks, and I have not noticed him indulging in any 2am cleaning binges. If he has, he’s constrained himself to quietly hand-washing his dishes and sweeping his floor, instead of using the dishwasher and hoovering. He does still hit the treadmill at about my bedtime, but honestly, it’s such a huge overall improvement that I’m not even bothered by that. Well done, Mr. Upstairs!
Staff Meeting Doodle
Staff Meeting Doodle
gel ink in steno notebook
Eclipse Watch 2007
There is going to be a total lunar eclipse Tuesday morning. The entire eclipse will be viewable–weather permitting, naturally–across most of the US, Canada, and Latin America, and in Asia and Australia. If you are local, it should occur ass early on Tuesday morning, right before sunrise. Sunrise will cut off the end of the eclipse for us. (Damn, but I have trouble figuring out these stupid charts!)
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Petsitting
La Roux has gone home, and this is the final day of cat sitting. As much as I like getting to hang out with other folks’ critters, I will be glad to be done with pet sitting. I have another cat sitting job coming up in a couple of weeks, and it’s a long one, so I’m going to be selfish and enjoy having no responsibilities except to care for my own animals.
Something else I was reminded of, while puppy sitting. La Roux is just about as perfect as a puppy could be. She didn’t have a single accident, she was calm but playful, she was attentive, she has a soft temperament and is submissive toward people and other dogs. She’s really a dream puppy. But, she is a puppy. I put a lot of time and effort into working with Harriet, and she and I are (usually) a pretty seamless team. I don’t have to stop and think about how to read her, because it’s second nature, and she has learned to understand my subconscious signals, as well. It takes time to develop that sort of bond, and I’m definitely not up for the challenge of starting over from scratch. At least, not right now.
Flakey
The students are back. Woe is me. Fighting the waves of barbarian hordes at Target on the Friday before classes start is a Very Bad Idea. On the plus side, I found a mixed nuts variety I actually like (pistachio, almond, walnut, hazelnut, pecan, and peanut, but no disgusting Brazil nuts!). On the minus side, I forgot fish food, so I had to go back and do it all over again on Saturday. On that trip, I remembered to pick up butter, but guess what I forgot? So I get to go to Target yet again. Hopefully, I’ll remember fish food this time! It’s a good thing the aquarium kit I bought had a trial package of TetraMin flakes.
La Roux
La Roux was abandoned and is being fostered by a friend of mine. I’m guessing she’s about 16 weeks old and about 30lbs. Her coat is deep stag red sable. She’s got the tiniest little line of white hairs on her nose (the world’s smallest blaze!) and small white bib. Her foster mom thinks she’s a GSD mix, but I’m seeing Collie. Maybe Collie x GSD? We don’t know anything for sure about her, though, except that she is growing like a weed. She is pretty mellow, and she’s been sticking to me like a burr ever since I picked her up this afternoon.
Miss Brown’s nose is, surprisingly, not disjointed. However, she wants terribly to play with La Roux, and La Roux is Not Interested, Ma’am, not one little bit. Boxers do not play like herding breeds, so I don’t sense that these two are going to be BFF. I’m just pleased that Harriet did not try to eat La Roux. I wouldn’t trust her for two seconds if my back were turned, though, so I’m watching them like a hawk.
Behold, the cuteness:
Dogs
When we got back from Minnesota, Harriet and I slept for about 24 hours. Harriet lost no time breaking in the fleece blanket Grandma sent back with me.
This is Grandpa’s dog, Nina. This isn’t a good picture, but it’s the best I could do, because she was motoring around like a mad dog. When she plays, she plays hard. Grandpa was playing fetch with her in the house one day, and she slammed into the attic door, trying to catch the ball. I don’t think she even noticed. Yorkies may be tiny, but they are 100% Terrier.
She also has a whole fleet of beach balls outside that she chases around the yard. Grandpa was throwing them over the garage, and Nina would race to the other side to “catch” them and push them around the yard.
Alas, I did not get even a bad picture of Grandma’s mitten kitten. She’s got a black and white kitty with thumbs. Grandma swears she’s a sweet cat, but she’s not–NOT!–fond of strangers, so I’ll have to take Grandma’s word for it. She sure is pretty, though.
