Cat Sidh

It doesn’t look very different, but I’ve put a layer of sculpting gel over the tree, as well as another layer of underpaint on the background.

Anyone want to take bets on how long it took me to get paint on my iPod? For reference, I think it took me less than 24 hours to get my new camera paint-y. Aieee!

I’m cat sitting again, and on my way home from the evening shift today, I pulled over to take a photo of these puffy, white clouds.

I like sitting for these cats. They’re easy keepers, and though they’re out in the country, they’re close to my side of town. It only takes about 15 minutes to get there. The only problem is that there are a lot of bicyclists on Hwy 45, which is a narrow, two-lane highway with absolutely no shoulder. And since this is southern Indiana, it’s twisty and hilly. There aren’t many safe places to pass even a single bicyclist. When they travel in packs, and they often do, it’s even worse. They won’t pull over and let cars pass, even if there are 10-20 of them trapped behind, which makes people cranky, which makes them do stupid shit. Stupid shit, like passing bicyclists on hills and curves (and there isn’t much of that particular road that isn’t a curve or a hill or both).

I had the living hell scared out of me on the way home tonight. Some jackass was trying to pass three bikes, ON A CURVING FUCKING HILL!!! I came around the other side of the curve to find a huge truck in my lane, and there was no place to go. Luckily, we both hit the brakes, and he was able to get back behind the bikes, in his own fucking lane, where he fucking well belonged.

I really want to be sympathetic to bicyclists, but it seems to me that, if there is not a bike path, and you cannot go the speed limit, then you have no business putting your puny, little body out on a road filled with giant, hurtling boxes of doom[1]. It’s just asking for death and dismemberment. And lemme tell ya’, if I happen to be one of the people who ends up dead and dismembered, onna counta you just had to ride your bike on the highway, you’d better hope you’re dead, too, because if you aren’t, I will come back and haunt you.

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1. Really. That this seems like a good idea to some people makes me think they might be batshit crazy. I can’t think of any other reasonable explanation for their behavior.

1. If you’re a supervisor, shouldn’t you know that it’s kind of inappropriate to say “Good job, girl!” to a black employee? Aieee!

2. Slowly but surely, all paths to the library are being eliminated by road work. This morning, 10th street at the bypass was closed. WTF?! They really shouldn’t make it difficult for me to get to work in the morning, because I just might take it as a sign to turn around and go back home.

3. One day last week, I came home to a note from FedEx on my door, telling me that they’d left my package with Charlene. Okaythen! Who the hell is Charlene (an apartment number might have been helpful), and whose package is FedEx trying to deliver to me? Because I hadn’t ordered anything, so I knew it wasn’t mine. Nor did I have any way to find out who the package rightfully belonged to, to inform them that Charlene had their goods.

Of course, my iPod is being shipped FedEx. Hopefully, they won’t leave it with Charlene.

4. Windsor and Newton’s Galeria line includes an iridescent acrylic medium. I didn’t buy any, but I did make note of it. Ooooh! Shiny! I did get a tub o’ acrylic structure medium for the new painting, as well as a few new brushes and two big, fat tubes of cerulean blue and naples yellow paint. There shall be painting this weekend!

5. Across-the-hall neighbor trapped a kitten, and I got to go over and hold it. She’s super cute and not nearly as wild as my neighbor first thought. I’m betting that her owner moved out and left her. That tends to happen a lot in college towns. I held her for about 30 minutes, and she was perfectly comfortable. She purred, but not in an anxious way, and when I rubbed her ears, she leaned into it. So if any local folks are looking for a nice cat, I can hook you up. (Yeah, fat chance, I know!) She’s all black, short-haired, with two little white toes on one hind foot, and a small white patch on her belly. And a DC-10 motor.

6. Harriet could not be any cuter, not even if she tried. I have no new photographic proof of this, because I was too in awe of her ubercuteness to take peechurs. She was in a Mood, last night, though, so there was much kidney beaning, boinging, and wrinkly-snarly-smiley face making. Sea cucumber face making, even.) And much rolling around with legs in the air, flippy-flapping like a happy trout. I should also mention the snorting and the nubbin wiggling. There was quite a bit of that, too.

She was very happy about something, and when Harriet is happy, it’s impossible not to be happy right along with her.

I may have mentioned, in passing, that someday before I die, I would like to have real, live, matching towels and wash cloths? Well, that day has finally come. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and Target had some decent and pretty ones on sale. I got mixy-matchy chocolate brown and sea foamy teal bath towels (two brown with viney sea foam pattern and two solid sea foam), light tan hand towels, and an assortment of wash cloths in various shades of tan to brown.

Normally, I would have gone with deep blues, teals, and aquas, but since my tile floor is a peachy tan color, I thought I’d better do something to bridge the gap between that and my teal shower curtain. Because I will not give up the teal shower curtain, and there’s not anything I can do about the horrible color of the floor tile. Brown with sea foam is not something I would have ordinarily considered, but it’s actually a yummy color combination.

1. Spotty fish is very nearly completely unspotty. All the ammonia burns are gone, except for a small patch of about five scales on his side. That will be gone soon, too, and I will be back to not being able to tell Fish One from Fish Two.

2. Harriet’s lump removal surgery is scheduled for September 9th. I was afraid that I’d have to talk them into doing the surgery, because the vet seemed hesitant. Apparently she took my concerns about it bothering Harriet seriously, though, because she put a note on Harriet’s chart, recommending that it be done.

acrylic and collage on canvas
38 x 38 inches

This is really rough. The paint is just a quick layer to block in the main shapes. I usually block in with the compliment of whatever the end color is going to be, if I can manage to plan ahead that far. It probably doesn’t matter with acrylics, but with oils, doing so makes the colors pop.

The tree is all collaged with pages from an old paperback copy of Thomas Hardy’s The Mayor of Casterbridge. I read it in high school and can’t imagine wanting to read it again (the first time was painful enough!), so it was a good candidate for recycling.

I knew (knew!) this would happen. It was why I was leery of complaining too much about Mr. Upstairs. As bad as he was, I knew it could be worse. And it is. The new tenants just showed up. They’re stomping so loudly that my floor is vibrating. This is hugely NOT OKAY.

This is the wall just outside the door to my building. The sunlight hitting it caught my attention, so I went inside and got my camera. I took the first photo while standing right next to the wall, looking down it. I’ve never been that close to it before, so I’d never noticed that there was a small piece of burned wood stuck in the mortar. Weird!

I’m definitely planting more of these next year, and in different colors, too. For one, I’ve proven that they are impossible to kill. Second, they are prolific bloomers. Just the three stalks I planted have maybe 50 flowers on them. Third, the blooms last quite awhile.

A new construction crane appeared last week, at the big dig behind Business/SPEA. It has a red and white flag on top, which I assume means it’s a sovereign nation.

The view is of the northwest sky, so the pink band in the top photo is the Belt of Venus, not the sunrise. The bottom photo was taken about 20 minutes later, after the sun had risen.

And that’s about all I saw of the sky today. I spent almost the whole day up in the stacks, pulling books for the Google Books Library Project[1], and there aren’t any windows up there. There’s not much in the way of air conditioning, either. It was hot and stuffy and dusty and pretty much the opposite of enjoyable. But it’s a cool project, so I’m glad that I get to help out with it.

It also means that I was finally able to justify buying an iPod. I have resisted, because I hate the evil Apple empire even more than I hate the evil MS empire. Resistance, however, is futile. Or something. It should be here on Tuesday, so hopefully I won’t have to do another marathon book pulling session sans music. I think my brain might turn to pudding if I did.

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1. I once had an eejit tell me that library workers want to make it difficult for the public to access information. If I live forever, I don’t think I’ll ever understand how the hell anyone could come to that conclusion. It’s pretty much the polar opposite of everything that libraries and library workers at every strata strive for. We want our patrons to find the information they need as quickly and easily as possible. That’s why libraries are participating in things like the Google Books Library Project. Duh.