Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Oliver was born under our shed a few years ago. His mother and sister made the mistake of venturing into the backyard with the dogs. Oliver was smarter than that and we named him after the famous orphan Oliver Twist. We had been able to catch him and get him fixed, but he had no interest in becoming a house cat. He would come around from time to time to eat from the dish on the porch and was friendly enough. A few times we caught him and brought him in the house when it was cold. But those times, he would shoot out the door as soon as he was able. However, a few weeks ago it rained pretty hard (for Texas standards). At 3am, he was crying very loudly at the front door to come in. He was cold, hungry and wet. We let him in and he hasn't gone out since.
Oliver has been getting pretty acclimated to life in the house. He knows where the never ending bowl of food is, has been using the litter box and has claimed the perfect sleeping spot under our bed. This morning, Mr. Tabby and I were on the couch reading the Sunday paper. We had been watching Oliver as he amused himself with the throw rug in the living room. He then excused himself to visit the hall bath where we have a litter box. We heard the usual scratching in the box. Then we heard the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle of someone using the toilet. Being the only humans in the house, we both looked at each other in confusion. Mr. Tabby then snuck over to the bath to find Oliver peeing in the toilet! What proud parents we were! How does a mostly feral cat figure out how to do that??? He has definitely earned a place in the house. Now, if we can just have him teach the other cats this new trick…
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I am trying to use some of the techniques learned in my Flying Lessons course. I painted a picture and scanned it. I need to do some tweaking as it doesn't look exactly like the original. But, practice makes perfect... The original looks pretty nice. Good thing I'll have plenty of time to paint in the next few months!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
This platter is a consignment piece for a friend. He and his wife saw a smaller piece that I had done and wanted one larger and in blue colors. I think it turned out very nicely. The bubbles in the iridescent glass gave it a crackly icy effect.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Last night John Doe came back to spend the night.
John Doe is one of the original Tangerine Tabbies. He came to us just after Mr. Tabby was deployed to Afghanistan and I was a bit lonely. I thought he was just visiting and gave him the name "John Doe". He on the other hand, knew that he would be staying and made himself right at home. The name stuck.
He has always been a roamer and has made friends out of many neighbors. This summer though, we fostered too many kittens for his liking and he decided to find a new household. He found one down the street where the neighbors also have soft hearts and feed the deer and stray cats. They don't have kittens to bother him and they have a beautiful yard. His new people are good to him.
When he showed up last night for dinner, I was thrilled. I immediately got him his favorite chicken dinner and shooed everyone else away. I also got out his favorite blanket so he would be snuggly and warm. Mr. Tabby laughed at my attention and called him the prodigal son. He left again this morning. But, I am happy that he knows I still love him. And, maybe he will come back to me full time someday.
Sorry for the long break from the blog. Life sometimes gets in the way...
I have been increasingly stressed about my upcoming knee surgery. The literature that they gave to me to read details the procedure, the gigantic scar and the eighteen months of recovery including twelve weeks of crutches and months of rehab. Yesterday was the last appointment with the doctor before the surgery. He did help to quell some of my fears. I will be able to work in the initial twelve weeks, although I will need a driver and a Sherpa to make it through the airports. There will be a lot of time confined to the bed though. On the good news side, my little cartilage cells are growing nicely up there in Boston and should be ready for the transplant.
The preoccupation with my knee has pretty much killed my creative mojo. I won’t be able to work with glass while on crutches so I am pretty bummed. I will try to focus more on jewelry and painting – things that I can do while seated. Mr. Tabby will be helping me to do some rearranging in the studio so that I can wheel around.
Until the surgery, it is back to work on the road and a long weekend vacation with Mr. Tabby. Next week is Oregon, one of my favorite places. I hope to sneak in some good pictures while I’m there…