Things are not good here at our household. Mark is in terrible pain, his back has been awful the past two days. He doesn’t sleep at all at night. He slept a little yesterday morning, and I think he is sleeping now, but he may just be laying quietly. He’s not a snorer (as opposed to me) so it’s hard to tell. I am hoping the massage Ann gave him yesterday will help work out the muscle issues. We need to get him in physical therapy soon.
Harmony the cat did not have a good night, either. She spent the night barfing, usually in our bed. If either of us was able to drift off, we woke to the acking sounds of one cat barfing. She was hungry this morning so I fed her. She’s now thrown that up, too. She seems fine, just wants to barf. Maybe she’s trying to keep her girlish figure. I’m keeping an eye on both of them, I would really like things to return to normal, with just occasional back pain and cat barfing.
I made a few more pentagram watercolors:
I’ve also carved a couple of rubber stamps:
Well, yesterday didn’t go as well as hoped, the brewery I wanted to visit was closed, (maybe I should read the link I put in my blog), our friends were busy, and the tubes Mark bought were nothing amazing. But we had fun, I liked walking all around the Gibraltar Trade Center, though all I could find to buy was some Amish cheese and noodles. Mark did make it up to me by stopping at the Woodward Avenue Brewery for dinner. I probably should have gone for their Vanilla Porter, the Porter I chose (sorry, don’t remember the name) was bitter, which was cool, but not as “chewy” as I like.
I promised you some watercolors, here are the first three.
The past couple of days I’ve been working on little boxes for presents. I finished them last night and am pretty happy with how they came out. This is the second go, I put them together and hated the watercolors I did for the fronts, so I redid them. I’m happy I did.
Another small watercolor….
and a small, silly alphabet. Most letters are about 1/4 inch or less.
I made three more little watercolors.
Yes, that’s what I’m drinking. And I’m just now starting to feel human. I am tired of snow, and of shoveling. My back hurts, and I’m sleeping. A lot. Yesterday, when all I could think is how much I hate snow and how much I hate being a “landlady”, I told Mark that I loved him, but I don’t know how I got here. He smiled pathetically, and pointed at the back door. Thanks. Yeah, that’s how I got here.
I bought a pineapple the other day, and Mark told me I should cut it up, it’s ripe. Silly Mark, thinking I bought a pineapple to eat. I did cut it up, but not before I did a few studies.
Pineapple study I
Pineapple study II
Pineapple study III
Many years ago, when I was working for my sister Jane, a coworker gave me a pineapple for Christmas because I’m a vegetarian. I loved it, and drew it many times before eating it. I do try to pick one up occasionally and draw, they are so intricate and interesting, a grid set on it’s side, I do love them. And they taste good.
Yes, the gin and tonic is working. I feel much better. I hope this entry makes sense.