20 Minutes

I remember exactly the moment in which I last pruned the wisteria. I was listening to an audiobook and decided not to continue it. What a great revelation. My first entry into audiobook spurning. Life is too short, people! Listen to something that doesn't bug you!

This past year the rain was plentiful and the wisteria responded by PROLIFERATING!! And covering about a quarter of the window in the aku room. It was bugging both of us and we responded by (drum roll) not discussing it with each other. Then we did, and I suggested a time limit of 30 minutes. We forgot how easy this task is -- how tender the shoots and the way that you can simply follow last year's cuts to prune the new growth. It was unbelievably satisfying. After 20 minutes we felt satisfied with our work.

Before:

After:

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Ahhh

A Saturday

Iron loading! The second set of blood tests were a mixed bag. Some normal, but some results the same. Apparently I have iron deficiency anemia. This week I ate iron rich foods, and also fretted. I read somewhere that alcohol can inhibit iron absorption, so I'm on the wagon at the mo'. And that Vitamin C assists in iron absorption, so I bought a bag of Cara Caras. And dried apricots and prunes. My favorite cereal (plain old Cheerios) with whole milk goes a huge way toward my daily allowance of iron. And finally, after I pressed for it, they prescribed iron pills. I also have to do a fecal kit this week. Gross! At the end of this week I am meeting with my gyno to see what they were able to determine about my innards. Then we go to Hawaii.

Saturday was great. Last week's magnificent lasagne went away happily, and chili is about the most iron-rich thing you can make (two kinds of protein from meat and beans, plus Vitamin C from tomato sauce). Yes, I know it isn't really a traditional chili, but it's delicious -- and shut up. Traditional guy family chili, augmented by "cheese Stonehenge". Ahhhh.

While buying my ingrediments for the chili, I stopped off at the pet food store. My cat grass crop is so sad that I've had to ration it, and boy kitten loves it so. This is what he looks like after he has had his fill of grass. Soooo happy.

We watched lots of Trevor Noah on Saturday, finishing the interview with John Oliver. Then on to the one with John Stewart. During one of the segments two owls began a conversation outside. So good. Then we started imitating them. Boy kitten was going nuts, in his usual mayor position on the window sill, with the window open. After a few tries on my part the owls began responding to me. 

I'm not sure what we were talking about, but it was a delight.

Penultimate Vacation Day

Vacation was niiiice. I like vacation. On the last day, we painted alebrijes. I bought them for Christmas, because one of the most relaxing days we had on our cruise in 2013 was a few hours painting alebrijes in Cozumel. Ahhh.

So that's what we did last Sunday.

We listed to the Red Album [aka Sons of Hawaii: Folk Music of Hawaii]. I bought it in mint condition many years ago, with autographs of all members, including Gabby Pahinui. We also listened to Buddy Fo Live at the Shell Bar.  

There was drama in real life, as the cheapo paint I bought for the project wasn't very thick. 

Mrguy pivoted after his purple was thin *and* wouldn't dry, and moved on to using black, which was thicker. He ended up making the most darling alebrije. 

My bottom layer of paint was thick and dried fast, but none of the other paints would cover it, so I needed to make the other paints mix with white (thick) for contrast. I often say that constraints are a good thing. I wound up really liking my result. After a while I used a tool that I bought in Bautzen many years ago that is used by Sorbian folks to decorate Easter eggs with colored wax. That really helped.

Our new friends have joined our original friends on the kitchen shelf.

And I started a little touchup on a pencil sharpener that an old boyfriend gave me years ago. I only use mechanical pencils, but I think this little friend is so sweet that I keep him around.

So ends holiday break 2025.

Christmas 2025

You know, this Christmas was awesome. As mrguy put it "I'm liking our quiet solitary Christmas".

He made me breakfast. I spent a lot of time on social media, and gathered photos of Christmas past to send to my siblings. I made Chex Mix to give to people *after* Christmas.

Early in the day mrguy put on the 7 1/2 hour Norwegian train video and we watched all day, with mrguy following along on a map. The wind and rain have been insane this week, so that added to the holiday feel.

One of my favorite moments on Christmas was finding the video of my mom "helping" me -- repeatedly stabbing the potatoes in preparation for baking the potatoes that would later become stuffed potatoes. I posted that, as well.

In genealogy news, I located my Aunt Pat, who was married to Uncle Bill for a while and left us with her macaroni and cheese recipe. Turns out that she'd married again and moved to Washington. And died 30 years ago.

We made a point of getting tickets to Kung Pao Kosher comedy, which we watched online while eating our festive dinner of salmon, green beans and stuffed potatoes. The comedy was pretty bad, and the technology was very "loving hands of home". During the first act the feed froze right when the comic, a Southern Jew, was describing how large tampons were in the past, likening them to the size of the very large mic she was using. We kept rewinding the feed and watching that part over, hoping for a different result, just as she used her left hand to show off the size of the microphone.

Speaking of expecting a different result, this was the second time I've seen unfunny comedy in a month. Hope springs eternal, but we also watched a Josh Johnson this week and he is the funniest guy out there right now.

We haven't opened our presents yet, it's the 27th, and we're taking it easy. Yesterday our house cleaner made our house bright. I keep thinking it's Sunday, and that I have to go back to work tomorrow. And I remember it's Saturday and I feel even better.

July 2025

4th of July weekend has been splendid. On Friday we hung out and I did genealogy in the afternoon. Then we watched the Toronto Blujays prevail over the Angels. Then the city next door did it's annual July 3rd fireworks show and we watched it from the sofa. It was clear on the holiday weekend!

Yesterday I went to the dog park with a friend. We saw this adorable creature (gopher?) digging up the tan bark outside the dog wash place. 

Then we ate a little breakfast and caught up on life. Then we did a little walking and met some nice dogs. I warned her in advance that I'm super afraid of dogs. Hers are tiny, with one spry dog and one old dog who needed to be carried part of the way. This little girl had too much fun.

We also saw pelicans in the distance above us. Ahhh.

I got to hang out a little bit at home, and then went to see a screening of a 4k remastered version of This Is Spinal Tap. It did not disappoint.

Finally, I went out with ms clam to drink an adult beverage and sew. It was delightful.

This morning mrguy and I took our time but then officially started our garage triage. I bought some stickers (colored dogs) to help us see at a glance what decisions had been made for our various items. Then I made a drop off at Goodwill and did some laundry. 

I'm kinda sleepy.

Stress

Today did not meet my expectations. Let's just say that.

I was super happy doing laundry, hanging it dry, patching a duvet cover that the cat ate, and sarting to make piles of my mom's stuff in my home office so that I can, as a local sportscaster says cleanse the palate of the eye. 

This morning mrguy comes in the kitchenden and asks me to look at something really weird. There is a ton of water pooling in the primary bathroom, the vanity, the closet -- coming from who knows where. We finally figure out that it is coming from the sprinkler system. Everything probably needs to get tweaked now that we had people prune and take out a few trees. He cleaned up the water. I went back to blogging and looking at an auction.

After the baseball game, mrguy asks for my help in figuring out which sprinkler head is pointing the wrong direction. I ask him if he can try to figure it out without me and ask for help if he needs it, because my auction item is coming up soon. The closet window is open. That wasn't the direction that the water seemed to be coming from. Uh...

He starts working on the problem, and comes in with a look on his face. Water has started pouring into the closet through the open window, from a broken sprinkler head. Like a fountain. He turned off the water right away, but the aftermath was horrendous. All of my clothes were sopping wet, but there wasn't anywhere to hang them dry because I'd done all of the laundry. Duffle bags were filled as if they were buckets. My walnut jewelry box was humid. Even my clown shoes were doused.

Mrguy used every towel and every paper towel to clean up the mess. I have the dehumidifier going in the closet. My silica bags that I stash everywhere started to pop open, so I have to vacuum. It's a total shit show. I was so proud of making progress in putting my house back together post parental death, but I've really taken a few steps back today.

I usually have the reserves to laugh when life is really dumb. But the stress of it all, and mrguy doing all of this work while his treatment has him feeling poopy makes me sad.

I bid wrong and did not win my auction even though I put in a bid that was more than the winning bid. Operator error. Why does my hand smell like sandalwood. Good grief!

Sorry for my egregious mixing of tense in this entry. It's been a bit much. 

Done

And I am done. This is how we started out, after the work I did yesterday:

My nephew came to help. 

Mostly we were using luggage movers to convey items from the apartment, through the memory care neighborhood, and often past people in bulky wheelchairs who were doing an activity. Every trip involved asking someone to let us out (it's a locked community) and let us back in. Anything can set the residents  off, so there's a weight that comes with every trip through the activity room. One bright spot was that there was a woman who I hadn't previously met, who wandered into the apartment and began saying in French that she was cold. I got to use a few vocabulary words that I still had available to me.

The neph took two giant truckloads of stuff to our house. And got to see his uncle, who is doing great on his chemo.

Then he took apart the big sofa for the guys (who still hadn't arrived). Late in the game I remembered that someone in the community had offered a different kind of dolly. This was a game changer. After we loaded the bed onto this thing for the guys, the neph took a truckload of stuff to our house and dropped it in the driveway for us, and went off.

The guys still hadn't arrived. They were looking for hand truck rentals, and it's the end of the month. I shared the happy news of the floor dolly, and they made it back to the apartment. It took two shakes after the prep we did.

Then I was alone. I had a date with filth, soaking more dried food puddles off of the ground and splatters off the baseboards. Then I managed to get every single thing onto the luggage mover, including a bag with all of the brooms, toilet brushes, plungers, etc. I duct taped that thing closed.

It now looked like this:

I ran into the person who signed us up at this joint. Gave her the keys. We walked out to the elevator together, and she reminded me that I had one more item in the apartment -- a toilet riser. Gross! She gave me the keys back. I put them in my purse.

I got downstairs, got everything into Tiger Brown, and was just about to take the last load to the dumpster when this roll of paper towels escaped. I was ridiculously tired. Had to clean it up, go to the apartment and -- have someone let me into her apartment because my purse was in the car. Did the walk of shame with the toilet riser through the activity room full of people who were being wheeled in to dinner. Out to the dumpster again, turned in the keys and finally I got to drive home. Almost there, I pulled over and bought some Guatemalan grape soda. Mrguy helped me load the stuff into the garage (I could barely walk by this point) and I flopped on the sofa. Wrote my sisters a text: "It's all done. Even whatever you want to ask me about? I did that."

I keep waking up and asking myself what horrible task I have to accomplish today and the answer is NOTHING. I kinda can't believe it.

Recovering Slowly

I had a long list of things I wanted to do today. But after breakfast my body hurt. Took a Covid test (negative) and went back to bed. 

Mrguy is down for the count again, and his weight is down to 176, cause I was not keeping on top of things while I had Covid and I'm currently not doing so well. 

However I went outside after my nap and had a beautiful few minutes watering in the back yard. I was beyond surprised to see that my climbing Cecile Brunner was covered in blossoms. I'm finally going to have a thriving Cecile Brunner, and that fills me with such joy. The scent of those roses and old sweet freesias are the scent of my childhood. Also, it's a windy day and there were at least 5 limes on the ground near the tree. The lime tree is enjoying my watering, and is very productive. And as I have mentioned previously, the orange tree is producing for the first time since we moved here in 2013 and I cannot wait for our first oranges. My hands smell like limes and roses.

I rested for a while and watched part of a documentary about "The Day the Clown Cried", which I used to be obsessed with in the 1990s. Boy was it not interesting after the decades-long wait! 

After my rest I wanted to make something yummy for mrguy using the chicken stock I made yesterday. I took the chicken that I picked off the bones and added it to an otherwise vegetarian soup recipe from the NYT, and earlier in the week I had frozen some small bits of salsa from last week's burrito order and I have been patting myself on the back about having done that. I added some of the tomatillo salsa to the soup, and it needed some brightening so I squeezed some lime juice into it, courtesy of the wind.

Those are the things that occupied my Saturday. Plus a little Top Chef, and a bit of sumo.

Easter 2025

It's about the colors.

My plan for today was to dye some eggs. I just like color. Color makes me happy. I had saved some tablets from last year, so I was ready to go.

But first! An old old friend contacted me to ask if I wanted to pick his ume. Heckyeah! I went over to his place with a grabber and a picker and a bag. We talked for an hour, catching up on all kinds of stuff. So good! 

Here's the tree, and the haul.

I went to the Japanese market and bought shochu and rock sugar. "Getting an early start on umeshu?" said the checker. I boasted that I had just finished picking mine.

Then I did a drop off at Goodwill. Ahhhh. Been meaning to do that for a long time.

After a big shop at the supermarket and a very long chat with my sister I got to coloring the eggs. I was hoping that I would make a three-peat of making a glamorous black egg, but I couldn't make it happen. Maybe I needed fresh dye. But what I *did* make was an egg that looked exactly like a pickle. Boy kitten needed to examine it.

The day wraps up with us watching baseball on our new tv that mrguy bought while I was gone. The previous tv was quite elderly, and it seemed to have some sort of allergy to our AppleTV which caused it to periodically make a big cracking sound and go blank. We put our foot down after we watched a show where we couldn't figure out what the characters were saying at all. 

All better now, plus a slightly bigger screen with a slightly more crisp display. Not getting any younger. I'll take it!

Happy Easter, everyone.

Simple Things Are Hard

If only the "directions" for the small desk organizer I ordered had said "screw the parts together as you go" I would have finished this project in well under an hour. Between getting things turned around, as I do, and everything falling apart as soon as I moved from one part to the next -- there were many deep sighs and lots of muttering. After about half an hour I had a pile of parts that had once been attached to each other. They weren't even organized any longer (in the photo I've organized them as in the directions).

I kept telling myself that this was a test in patience.

And then I started using low-stick tape on the sections I'd assembled, and when that didn't hold, I started screwing together the parts I knew for sure went together -- basically the drawer -- as a reward for the persistent. And then I had a lightbulb / wtf moment where I decided to just screw parts together and hope I got them right.

That worked. 

Winter Garden

Boy am I loving my winter garden. Leaves are my flowers, mostly, because the deer around here eat almost anything that blooms, and the leaves are leafing!

First, some traditional friends:

First camellia of the season (Debutante):

and the other camellia whose name I do not know is finally producing nicely:

These succulents have been really satisfying this summer and fall. Also thriving is the one that my friends hate that smells like burning tires (not shown):

What's driving me wild right now is the variety of colors and textures:

And red-on-red:

For some reason the maples that are in the front of the house somehow turn colors and lose their leaves at different times even though they are presumably the same kind of maple. At the upper left in the photo below is the maple that turns color last. The leaves on the lower branches are still green. And hidden behind it is the Bloodgood maple that we moved from the driveway to a more shaded spot earlier this year. This is how it's thanking us. It is still caged until it gets bigger and is deer proof:

Which brings me to my last photos from the morning. I am eagerly following the progress of the baby fruit on the citrus tree that has never fruited in the 11 years we've had it. I went into the back yard and as soon as I opened the door, there was loud stirring in the bushes and a juvenile deer scrambled to his feet. He had been sleeping in a tiny patch of leaves on the cement, in between the two statues of Thompson's gazelles (George and Emelda). Weirdest thing. This is George, with the patch of leaves behind him.

And a closeup of the bed the deer had made in the leaves, with Emelda's flank on the right:

Go figure.

One More Day -- Heat Wave 2024

From Sunday, written while sitting on a chair with my legs dangling in the dog pool:

We're gonna need a bigger thermometer.

Big boy cat is sleeping on the kitchen counter. Big mister chonk kitten is downstairs in the lady room hanging off of the bookcase with his legs dangling like a very well fed panther. Me? I feel warm but pretty darned calm.

I don't know what it is. Lack of calendar items for the past few days, perhaps. I should not be calm at all. It's been around 90-95 in the house for that last few days. The deadline passing on our family business is a relief of sorts (until it isn't -- but a consultant says that the only thing keeping us from thriving is fear).

Worry about the cats has waned now that little girl's suffering is over. Sweet friends sent us flowers in the color of her fur. Everybody thought that the one who died was the big boy. He is doing well.

Mrguy is too hot. I think he's doing well but is taxed by the heat.

I filled up the dog pool in the back yard. Friends came over and put their legs in. I invited clam, but she was busy with family stuff so I came back to the dog pool myself and watched the light fade while doing a meditation focus exercise. Close your eyes and spend half a minute thinking about each sense, one sense at a time. What do you hear? What do you smell? What do you taste? What do you feel? It was lovely. I could feel the cool water on my legs and the sweat on my forearms. I could hear the whoosh of traffic on the freeway. I could smell the (few) blossoms on the lime tree. Taste is always a challenge, but I realized I could still taste 4 o'clock's popsicle. Centered, I opened my eyes and watched the water on the bay and thought about the joy of having the only dog pool in town with a 3 bridge view. 

It was several days before it cooled down. And today I used a blanket on the sofa for the first time in a month.

News from Wirecutter

New York Times' Wirecutter delivered this important combo toilet paper dispenser / grab bar information today, when they let me (and the world) know that they exist. I love a grab bar. Wirecutter -- I am finally your demographic!!

Last summer, when Mom was still ambulatory and coming over to our house every week, she'd use our half bath and use the toilet paper dispenser as a grab bar. It was not engineered for that. We only realized this halfway through our remodel, and after we had made the wall cut for the traditional in-wall toilet paper dispenser.

Mrguy made a change order to patch the wall, and then we ended up getting one of these:

I always felt judgy about this style of dispenser, but I'm happy to have the toilet paper not sit on top of the toilet tank.

Three months after we finished the remodel, mom took a fall and since then stairs make it impossible to visit.

Had we only known about this:

It looks cool, it's old age proof and I love it. If only our walls weren't all sealed up.

A Banner Day

Last night while we were eating pizza and watching Suits, the boy kitten joined me on the sofa. His little peets reached out and touched me, which was a banner moment all by itself. His big brother stepped over him to get to the crook of my legs, which is where he likes to be when I'm curled up and eating dinner on the sofa.

Nothing happened. No cat conflagration. Nothing.

Big kitty sat in my crook and occasionally flicked his long tail. Boy kitten, peets still outstretched, occasionally reached out for his tail.

Boy kitten fell asleep with his paws on his brother's tail. 

It was wonderful.

Superstition

A prompt from elsewhere. Superstition.

The calendar says it’s November 2000. I’ve done it. I’ve turned in the final papers for my masters degree. I am also in the third month of my job. In the next week I will receive 300 boxes of art books that I am expected to turn into a library some day for the company. In the next week we will also move the entire company to a different building in a different city. In the next month I will spend weekdays at work and weekends with my siblings, caring for our dad who will die a few days before Christmas. For five, ten, fifteen and twenty years I will struggle to eventually find my place in the company, and in the work I do. I will grudgingly love it and later will enthusiastically and nerdily love it and be known for it. I will suffer less, but take on the suffering of my mom. We will all suffer together, and the work that I do will turn into a refuge, even while getting more difficult and complex. How either suffering will end is a bit of a mystery.

But it started here. At a naugahyde-covered door that serves as my desk. In a little brick former post office that serves as our house. Somewhere under all that paper is a Magic 8 Ball. I’d consult it a dozen times a day, hoping that signs would point to yes. Yes, you will some day live pretty much pain-free. Yes, you will get an A in Cataloging. Yes, If you keep going to school you will graduate and get a job that will allow you to pay your bills. Even after the heat wave that melted the Magic 8 Ball, it had *just* enough liquid inside to provide answers. The poor mishapen oracle went the way of all things when we moved to our first real home, but I just may need to buy a new one to help me navigate the current uncertain times.

Driveway Surprises

The roses are gaining on us, much to my delight. They live halfway down our hillside, and I've never been able to enjoy them without danger of falling down the slope. A side benefit of this winter's non-stop rain, the roses are now branching out in other directions, advancing up the hill and over our driveway juniper. They smell fabulous and are surprisingly rugged for roses that only have five or so petals.

Another visitor to the driveway this week was Mr. Snake. Mrguy saw him from the kitchenden and said he was worried that the snake in the driveway was not moving. Maybe he was injured. I went down to see the snake, and he was NOT happy to see me. He did the big sidewind as if to say "I don't need legs. Legs are for dummies. I am going to wiggle quickly and lose you in this bush". 

Good job, snake! Hide behind the poison oak. 

You are not dumb.

Sundayyyyy!

So I'm going to just gloss over the fact that our newest caregiver (onboarded by me on Saturday) seems unskilled and more of a white-collar lady. I liked her a lot, but...

Wait. I am not going to gloss over this at all. It was quite a day.

New caregiver was helped by my sister in the early hours. Then I came along to take the caregiver and my mom to a hair appointment. It was the first in many months. Years? But my sister had tried to arrange in-home hair and it wasn't happening, so I bit the bullet and just scheduled something. The salon is 5 minutes away.

I arrived a half an hour before, and we were still late because of the many things:

• Mom didn't want to go
• Lack of desire to put on a sweater
• Complete lack of understanding of how to get in a car

This last bit was treacherous. Until now she's been able to understand what to do, what risks are involved, etc. Now she's all "Whatever, Man". For real -- the caregiver and I were struggling to get mom in the car and mom was completely unengaged. We were holding her suspended, basically, and she was unable to help. Unable to be encouraged to help. Kinda more interested in picking up detritus from the ground, as her future health hung in the balance.

But she looks great. Excellent haircut.

I had to talk with her later in the day. I had to talk with her yesterday afternoon, also, as she and the caregiver argued about whether or not my mom could be allowed to walk unassisted. For those new to mrsguy, she is a fall risk. Hasn't walked well for half a year. Has walked with a walker for 6 plus years. Oy.

But a beautiful thing happened. On Saturday night I bought a really weird painting at auction, and I picked it up on Sunday. The auction spot is near where the forklift factory was in the 1980s. There was a thrift store attached to the pickup spot and it was glorious. I bought some pottery and many leopard print old lady garments, and 5 martial arts movies on dvd. On the way home I passed the humane society and they were doing doggie obstacle courses, and I saw a huge bunch of pelicans.

And then I had to talk to my mom, but it doesn't mean that the other stuff didn't also happen.

This painting looks amazing in the circus bathroom. And to celebrate I finished papering the wall in the lady bathroom with more circus posters. So I guess I have two circus bathrooms?

Never too many, in my opinion.

Happy Friends Brunch!

Sometimes you just gotta. You gotta make it happen. And when it does, it's lovely.

We had a great brunch this weekend, with my good friends from library school and our mentor. For the purpose of this post, we will call them Mentoria, Beauty and Snugglebunny.

It was so delightful. I went to Grocery Outlet (nee Canned Food Warehouse), which usually has a fine selection of breakfast items, and found only Mandalorian-themed waffles. They cracked me up, so that’s what we had. I made apricot compote, applesauce with allspice and strawberries, and glammed up the table, which I *really* enjoy doing. That last part where I find things in the garden to make arrangements with is my favorite part of the setup. Mrguy, as always, made the house shine.

It was so good to be with my people. Mentoria is just that. She was my cataloging teacher in my first semester of library tech school. She took me under her wing, helped guide the essays that got me into grad school, and told me about scholarships that I didn’t know about otherwise. Once in grad school, she was our professor in the class where I met Sleeping Beauty and Snugglebunny. They married a few years after we all met. Our cohort, in general, was really tight. They supported me in so many ways, as I, who had no experience in the field floundered about, but eventually found my way with a lot of their hand holding. I look back and realize how lucky we were. I have stayed in touch with Mentoria, who occasionally has come for lunch at work. Beauty and Snugs not so much, but I’m so glad to reconnect. 

I have missed them.

So during lunch we traded home made preserves and talked about families, and also shared stories of oddly familiar family situations with siblings. Who knew? And afterward I felt so darned relaxed. It’s a wonder what being with people who understand and accept you will do.

Our sweet boy cat was quite the entertainer, and he quickly claimed his spot after we cleared the table :)

Further Circusification

I've been super stoked about our half bath, upstairs. When I found and framed the circus posters they really made me happy. But when I'm seated on the throne, the wall that I face is blank. It has the door, of course, but it has about 8 feet above it that could somehow join the theme.

One day I saw an auction of circus posters. I bought two lots, not really thinking about how big they'd be. And now I have several dozen circus posters, carefully selected for their lack of people and animals. It's really about my love of lettering, silk screen, words on the page. I intended to collage them on the wall of the bathroom above the door, in a similar approach to the one in the auction that lured me in:

But that's not what ended up happening. 

First there was the matter of getting a tall enough ladder into our tiny bathroom, and then seeing if we could stand on its tallest rung and pin a poster to the wall.

I'm not quite the monkey I used to be, and neither is mrguy. Abort mission. Instead of collage, I will frame some of the cooler posters and put them on that wall.

But the Lady Bathroom downstairs has been a work in progress for 10 years, and it has really low ceilings. I set my sights there (and we pinned one of the posters on the wall in the living room while we were doing triage).

So many posters to choose from. One of these is from Carson and Barnes, which is the circus that set up its tents on the vacant lot outside of town the week of our wedding.

This one has the delicious tag-line "See it now or miss it forever". 

But this one really takes the cake: "Complete in all its vast immensity".  A fb friend says that should be the title of my autobiography. 

Anyhoo, here's where I left my current project (still underway). 

Still working on how to adhere to the wall and protect from cats, but I kinda love it. It looks like a really cool rock club bathroom (but it smells lots better).

Adieu!