Singing the Skyand rockin’ tha house

Wile E. and I spent a while back in the studio porch, very comfortable in one another’s presence. Soon, Varmint the cat joined us, and they were both lying at my feet. Wile E. is still a bit trepedatious, but not so much that he had a problem stealing a bag of potato chips from the pantry and depositing them in his lair for later.

I finished these today, and started on seven more. It’s become a bit of an obsession. Besides learning not to cook them too long, I’ve also learned that I need to make friends with some sandpaper, and get some finer brushes–I’ve ordered a set of manicure brushes that are used to paint little flowers on toenails and so on. Hopefully, those’ll do the trick.

Here’s whatshername, a dancer. She has the dark brown eyes I wish I had.

This one I call “Aztec Thug.” Greg says he looks like Willie Nelson?

I also tried making a head today. It’ll be, um, interesting to see how it turns out after I paint it.

Look how lost the organizer drawers look in my work space. Greg and his brother designed a shelf that they are going to make for me at the metal shop. There are two tables that go on in this manner for a total of twelve feet. If I was making one item, such as the cats, it would be really awful. As it is, though, I like how items that don’t usually “go with” one another make friends and give me new ideas. Still, ideas or not, it is getting put up and organized.

So it looks as though I’ll be teaching ESL on a volunteer basis once a week, starting this fall. I may get trained as a trainer, as well. I think it will be really refreshing after a day of teaching reluctant learners to teach adults who want to learn. And that is all. Besides continuing to take Sage to piano and Boy Scout stuff (which Greg mainly does anyway), I am not committing myself to another thing. I hate the “busyness” that seems like the thing to do to raise social status in our culture.

But I love sitting and making a huge mess.