Friday, September 28, 2012
Stay Tuned: drawings + cartoons coming soon!
So, I have very recently stopped procrastinating, and hooked my printer (that I got 2.5 years ago when I bought my tiny little laptop{$400}- which, fyi, died 6 months later...turns out the printer, which cost me $30 as a promotional deal, was a much better buy..)up to my computer!! It has a scanner. So now...nothing is stopping me from scanning and sharing with you my cartoony art and other drawings/art. As my life is so uneventful these days that I constantly struggle for something interesting to blog about, this is the perfect solution. A life viewed through cartoons is inevitably interesting!
Monday, September 24, 2012
blackberry banana bread
What to do? I need an active occupation.
I need to make blackberry banana bread. With sour cream glaze...
Saturday, September 22, 2012
pookitties
I am wearing my red pants today. No make-up. My hair is pulled back straight in a slightly frizzed pony. A clean white tee. clean bold contrasts are my cup of tea right now. I confess I have not done much today. For much of the day I lolled on the couch playing the sims...eventually I got up to walk into town and get something to eat (because we need to grocery shop). I ate out in the sun. When I got back I did the dishes and shawn got home from surfing and tidied up the living area. Our friend who is couch surfing on our couch tonight came over and started playing online poker with shawn. And that is my day. Not much to it, if I were to avoid telling a falsehood. At least the kitchen is shiny.
Me and Shawn had to transport our friend's cats yesterday from Parksville to Ukee. They're having a baby, and wanted to get rid of their two cats because of it. It's a long story, but Shawn basically found them a home so they didn't have to go to the SPCA. Thus the transporting. We had to squish them (a brother and a sister..the male is a huge orange tabby) both into a carrying cage that wasn't nearly big enough. Neither had traveled before, but they seemed to be alright - we hardly heard any meows from them the whole trip. That is until we hit Cox Bay area...."Shawn, is that POO I smell?!" I inquired, disbelieving. But the smell grew more intense. No fart ever smelt like that. The cats both starting meowing. "That is DEFINITELY poo" I said superfluously. We pulled the truck over, but it was an unsafe place to take the cats out of the cage, so there was nothing for it but to get home as fast as we could. Luckily they had sent us away with one of their towels in the cat cage...
Anyway, the short time we had them in our apartment was dramatic. Gone any way-ward thoughts in Shawn's head about having 3 cats in our apartment.
After Shawn left for Ukee with the cats, Eastre was aggressively affectionate, head-butting and rolling all over me. A splurge of affection, in her case. She is usually very purr-y, but much more subtle. It was cute.
Me and Shawn had to transport our friend's cats yesterday from Parksville to Ukee. They're having a baby, and wanted to get rid of their two cats because of it. It's a long story, but Shawn basically found them a home so they didn't have to go to the SPCA. Thus the transporting. We had to squish them (a brother and a sister..the male is a huge orange tabby) both into a carrying cage that wasn't nearly big enough. Neither had traveled before, but they seemed to be alright - we hardly heard any meows from them the whole trip. That is until we hit Cox Bay area...."Shawn, is that POO I smell?!" I inquired, disbelieving. But the smell grew more intense. No fart ever smelt like that. The cats both starting meowing. "That is DEFINITELY poo" I said superfluously. We pulled the truck over, but it was an unsafe place to take the cats out of the cage, so there was nothing for it but to get home as fast as we could. Luckily they had sent us away with one of their towels in the cat cage...
Anyway, the short time we had them in our apartment was dramatic. Gone any way-ward thoughts in Shawn's head about having 3 cats in our apartment.
After Shawn left for Ukee with the cats, Eastre was aggressively affectionate, head-butting and rolling all over me. A splurge of affection, in her case. She is usually very purr-y, but much more subtle. It was cute.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
errant aerobies and an industrious morning
This morning I couldn't sleep in past 8:00. The blankets and fubman were perfectly arranged around me as to afford perfect softness - structure ratio...but my body was awake, and wouldn't succumb to the charms. After our morning meditation (which we usually do first thing as soon as we wake up) I seized an industrious impulse and started picking up the room. Shawn caught on right away and started doing the dishes. We bustled pleasantly together, and soon the coffee pot was puffing away in a shiny kitchen, and I made breakfast: scrambled eggs consisting of sautéed onions - with fresh tomato and crushed organic garlic (from a farm outside Ukee)...sprinkled with freshly ground smoked cyprus sea salt (a delicacy me and Shawn stumbled upon! sooo good!). I also fried up some bacon, and we made little breakfast wraps with the scrambled eggs, bacon, avacado, mayo, some organic Ukee farm greens...and cheddar. SO GOOD!! I love a good breakfast.
Now what. I'm not working anymore. My job is done for the season. This morning as I was tidying the living room, my eye caught on an old painting I've been doing over. It used to be two large black women (although the taller one EVERYONE thought was a man...and I can see why, except for the fact that I put an exorbitant bum on her...a very unmanly bum, but whatever) standing in front of a river with one of them holding a basket of fish on her head. I've gotten rid of womanly-figured man, and the other woman is now striking a very dynamic pose, as if she is dancing (and in my head, I see her dancing around a fire). Hmm. Maybe I'll work on it today.
Yesterday Shawn and I went to the golf course and threw our aerobie around. Only, luck was not on our side. Haha, poor fubman. Forcing his way, disgruntled and with sticks and leaves in his hair, out of a seemingly un-passable bush of salmon berry in order to retrieve an errant aerobie. And then having to climb the super prickly ponderosa pine almost all the way to the top...we soon left after that.
Him and Darren are outside as I type on our tiny patio fibreglassing their boards. I am making some spearmint iced tea (from Shawn's mom's garden).
All of a sudden I have so much free time.
Now what. I'm not working anymore. My job is done for the season. This morning as I was tidying the living room, my eye caught on an old painting I've been doing over. It used to be two large black women (although the taller one EVERYONE thought was a man...and I can see why, except for the fact that I put an exorbitant bum on her...a very unmanly bum, but whatever) standing in front of a river with one of them holding a basket of fish on her head. I've gotten rid of womanly-figured man, and the other woman is now striking a very dynamic pose, as if she is dancing (and in my head, I see her dancing around a fire). Hmm. Maybe I'll work on it today.
Yesterday Shawn and I went to the golf course and threw our aerobie around. Only, luck was not on our side. Haha, poor fubman. Forcing his way, disgruntled and with sticks and leaves in his hair, out of a seemingly un-passable bush of salmon berry in order to retrieve an errant aerobie. And then having to climb the super prickly ponderosa pine almost all the way to the top...we soon left after that.
Him and Darren are outside as I type on our tiny patio fibreglassing their boards. I am making some spearmint iced tea (from Shawn's mom's garden).
All of a sudden I have so much free time.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
frisbub
I just noticed how my profile picture on facebook, set against my cover photo, makes it look as if I am hopping, skipping and leaping my way to Baja! How fitting, since I WILL be flying to a warm place soon. Anehway.
I'm on my last few days of work afore the season ends. It is soooo slow. Like a drop of sap stickling it's way down a tree during a freeze. Today I was so bored. There was nothing to do. I had deep-cleaned and organized, and stitched every suit that need stitching. No phone calls or emails to attend to. Yesterday, a very similar type of day, I kept thinking to myself (while walking the gravel path in between the shop and the fence to boss's house) wouldn't it be nice if I cleaned up this area a bit? wouldn't it be nice if I could rake it? But I could not find a rake anywhere. I even peered into boss's backyard timidly, and then ventured all the way in and looked around, but not a rake in sight. Well today, walking down the gravel path and noting it's messiness, I thought about raking it again - and just happened to spot an old, rusted, falling-apart rake hidden behind some surf boards. Yay! Triumph. So I occupied myself for awhile. Raking is such a satisfying thing to do. It changes the appearance so quickly from ragged, to neat and orderly, lumpy and uneven to smooth.
Then I went all the way to the bottom of the gloves + hoods bin and oranized every last glove and mismatched bootie that had somehow ended up there, and cleaned out the whole bin (which was rather disgusting).
I work with a tall boy who is all limbs. His head is topped with exuberant blond curls. His face is blue-eyed, boyish and freckled. Sometimes he comes back from teaching a lesson in bare feet with his jeans rolled up around his ankles (his legs look sooooo long when he does this). On such occasions it's almost all I can do to not tell him that he's Huckleberry Fin. (seriously!! it's EXACTLY what mark twain had in mind, I'm sure of it...it drives me a little crazy.) But I'm much too proper at work still...I've only just ventured to start hinting at making cheeky jokes. The other boy I work with is similarly tall and thin and laughs in a short burst of "HAH"! in a hearty yet shy gesture. Observations about people are so much fun, aren't they? I love to paint pictures of them. With words and otherwise.
Me and Shawn bought a hot pink frisbee thing. (one of those things with no middle that fly super fast and far. google search failed me when I tried to find out what they're called) BEST. Buy. Ever. We have been going out nightly to the park beside our apartments...me always bare foot...and playing until the sun goes down and we can't see it anymore. So much fun in such a little piece of rubber!
I'm on my last few days of work afore the season ends. It is soooo slow. Like a drop of sap stickling it's way down a tree during a freeze. Today I was so bored. There was nothing to do. I had deep-cleaned and organized, and stitched every suit that need stitching. No phone calls or emails to attend to. Yesterday, a very similar type of day, I kept thinking to myself (while walking the gravel path in between the shop and the fence to boss's house) wouldn't it be nice if I cleaned up this area a bit? wouldn't it be nice if I could rake it? But I could not find a rake anywhere. I even peered into boss's backyard timidly, and then ventured all the way in and looked around, but not a rake in sight. Well today, walking down the gravel path and noting it's messiness, I thought about raking it again - and just happened to spot an old, rusted, falling-apart rake hidden behind some surf boards. Yay! Triumph. So I occupied myself for awhile. Raking is such a satisfying thing to do. It changes the appearance so quickly from ragged, to neat and orderly, lumpy and uneven to smooth.
Then I went all the way to the bottom of the gloves + hoods bin and oranized every last glove and mismatched bootie that had somehow ended up there, and cleaned out the whole bin (which was rather disgusting).
I work with a tall boy who is all limbs. His head is topped with exuberant blond curls. His face is blue-eyed, boyish and freckled. Sometimes he comes back from teaching a lesson in bare feet with his jeans rolled up around his ankles (his legs look sooooo long when he does this). On such occasions it's almost all I can do to not tell him that he's Huckleberry Fin. (seriously!! it's EXACTLY what mark twain had in mind, I'm sure of it...it drives me a little crazy.) But I'm much too proper at work still...I've only just ventured to start hinting at making cheeky jokes. The other boy I work with is similarly tall and thin and laughs in a short burst of "HAH"! in a hearty yet shy gesture. Observations about people are so much fun, aren't they? I love to paint pictures of them. With words and otherwise.
Me and Shawn bought a hot pink frisbee thing. (one of those things with no middle that fly super fast and far. google search failed me when I tried to find out what they're called) BEST. Buy. Ever. We have been going out nightly to the park beside our apartments...me always bare foot...and playing until the sun goes down and we can't see it anymore. So much fun in such a little piece of rubber!
Friday, September 14, 2012
it is not your time.
'fub is right. It is time for a post. mind you, I tried writing posts multiple times since the reunion. for some reason, I couldn't get anything out.
these days, I feel watery and wave-ery. Like a person waking up in the morning, in that space between consciousness, the dream world and the waking world meshing into one. I am losing my sense of self. It is disconcerting. It is scary learning to relate to others in a whole new way. Where is it that I'm standing? Whose voice am I expressing? Where is the backbone of me? Where is the solid foundation for me to stand on? I don't want any foundation but THE foundation, the one that can't ever break or be destroyed. I don't want to put in place another structure, which will either tumble into shame or eventually become so brittle it will break with the pressure.
The Rock of Ages if you will.
Ever think while you're tasting the sweetness of a peach...how amazing it is, all the different kinds of sweetness? There's the sweet nectar of mangos. There's sweetness of apples (and inside that, unlimited kinds of sweetness in different kinds of apples!) There's the sugary sweetness of maple syrup. So many, all so great! What's even MORE awe-inspiring is the delicious kinds of people sweetness. It's just the same. You might really mesh with one person who makes you feel the way you feel when you let chocolate sumptuously melt in your mouth. One person might give you the bright spurt of energy very like the bright juice of an orange bursting in your mouth. The way your whole body feels and reacts when you eat something super tasty is very like the way your body reacts when meshing with a super tasty (feeling) person. I think I've made my point. I just love looking at it that way! i have to say, I was captivated by my own thought. ...which is only as it should be people.
OH! by the WAY...I saved the best for last!
It was Shawn's 25'th birthday a week ago, on the 7th. I wanted to get him something he'd always remember, and so (really last-minute and in a breathless spurt of spontaneity)I bought us both tickets to HAWAII!!! It is done! We are going! I am sooo excited. We're leaving for a week in november (19 - 26). I have been doing almost nothing but looking up vacation rentals and hotels and camping on Oahu - that's the island we're flying to, and we're just going to stay on it. At first we wanted to stay on the North Shore, but places are fewer and more expensive in general over there...if we stay closer to Honolulu, we can get a place with a pool!
OR, we can camp on the North Shore - there's these tiny cabins we could rent for $70/night with private showers. RIGHT on the beach. We'd have to bring everything from toilet paper and linens to cooking utensils and even a broom. Anyone got an opinion??
these days, I feel watery and wave-ery. Like a person waking up in the morning, in that space between consciousness, the dream world and the waking world meshing into one. I am losing my sense of self. It is disconcerting. It is scary learning to relate to others in a whole new way. Where is it that I'm standing? Whose voice am I expressing? Where is the backbone of me? Where is the solid foundation for me to stand on? I don't want any foundation but THE foundation, the one that can't ever break or be destroyed. I don't want to put in place another structure, which will either tumble into shame or eventually become so brittle it will break with the pressure.
The Rock of Ages if you will.
Ever think while you're tasting the sweetness of a peach...how amazing it is, all the different kinds of sweetness? There's the sweet nectar of mangos. There's sweetness of apples (and inside that, unlimited kinds of sweetness in different kinds of apples!) There's the sugary sweetness of maple syrup. So many, all so great! What's even MORE awe-inspiring is the delicious kinds of people sweetness. It's just the same. You might really mesh with one person who makes you feel the way you feel when you let chocolate sumptuously melt in your mouth. One person might give you the bright spurt of energy very like the bright juice of an orange bursting in your mouth. The way your whole body feels and reacts when you eat something super tasty is very like the way your body reacts when meshing with a super tasty (feeling) person. I think I've made my point. I just love looking at it that way! i have to say, I was captivated by my own thought. ...which is only as it should be people.
OH! by the WAY...I saved the best for last!
It was Shawn's 25'th birthday a week ago, on the 7th. I wanted to get him something he'd always remember, and so (really last-minute and in a breathless spurt of spontaneity)I bought us both tickets to HAWAII!!! It is done! We are going! I am sooo excited. We're leaving for a week in november (19 - 26). I have been doing almost nothing but looking up vacation rentals and hotels and camping on Oahu - that's the island we're flying to, and we're just going to stay on it. At first we wanted to stay on the North Shore, but places are fewer and more expensive in general over there...if we stay closer to Honolulu, we can get a place with a pool!
OR, we can camp on the North Shore - there's these tiny cabins we could rent for $70/night with private showers. RIGHT on the beach. We'd have to bring everything from toilet paper and linens to cooking utensils and even a broom. Anyone got an opinion??
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