Musings

My mother-in-law, Jennifer, is something of an animal nut.  Those ducks right there?  They are in her back yard.  They were migrating and landed there.  She’s feeding them.  Now there are 28 of them.  All we get are the occasional raccoon or possum here in our backyard.  An owl maybe.  Lots of doves.

Meanwhile, I’m marching bravely on through my work.  I generally am not an overtime fan, and this weekend I’ll be missing some important creativity time, which is too bad, because I have a couple of projects on my mind, a painting and a couple of bags.  The painting seems like it’s going to stick around in my head, so that’s good.  I made about a dozen sketches for projects in my notebook last weekend, so whenever I get back to it I’ll be very busy.

Meanwhile, the elephant, dog, panda and cat proceed apace.  I decided to make 2 “good” creatures and three “rascals.”  At least that’s how the pattern bills them.  The elephant’s name is Wesley, the dog is Scooter Pup, while the panda is Roscoe (Newgate) Kidd and the two cats are Chaos and Calamity.

A crafting friend recently did herself an injury to her hand with a mandoline (yowwwza).  Given my predilection for injuring myself, I should not get that mandoline I was contemplating.  Although typically I burn myself instead of cutting myself, I don’t give myself good odds on the slicing.  Ever since I’ve been thinking about what would happen if I were to lose the use of one or both of my hands.  Or even a finger!  Oy vey.  Heck, I’ve had one spot on my shin that hurts from running, and I’ve turned useless and whiny.  A more serious injury, whew, well, I just feel for her.

Tonight - early bed.  I need it.