Again!

Sheba woke me at 2:30 am after pooping all over the dinning room again. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I started writing and she started whining. She seems to want constant attention but it was two f--king thirty in the morning, pitch black and it was pouring so hard there were puddles on the lawn. I’m not going to play fetch at 2:30 am in a downpour.

I’m dreading the funnel days ahead. After her spaying coming up soon, she’ll need a collar to keep her from licking her stitches. It’s going to kill me. She’s a strong willed bitch.

And I’m legally a bastard, so this place shouldn’t be Pinecone Park & Spa; it should be Bitch and Bastard B & B or B & B and B & B or B₂B₂

The mornings are long, wet and dark.

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Saturday got off to a much better start.

I slept in to my usual: 4:00 am and got to work on the Arts Council tasks until I went to meet Jay for breakfast at Robert’s. I’ve come to love the diner food and atmosphere there. It’s really fun. (He commented on my sweat pants!)

Then I came home and was deciding what to do when there was a knock at the door. It was Meryl, my new next-door neighbour. She is a charming, beautiful young woman (and dog owner). She and her partner plan to rent the place for a year or so and then move in. I was terribly impressed with her initiative to introduce herself and delighted to meet her.

I continued with Arts Council volunteer work in the afternoon — it’s a lot of simple work — and I assembled two chairs.

Today I opened the low table I want for the studio. I’ll be able to stand my mannequins on it when I’m working on a bodice and the high table when I’m working on the skirt. I am so set! But the table is crap. I loathe it; it’s fake wood, something I cannot abide.

I didn’t finish assembling it. Sheba was being an actual pain in the ass and getting up so early predisposes me to laziness.

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I’m really happy I cancelled the sunroom. I’d love to have one but the primary purpose was to help me keep the cats inside. The cats, however, aren’t hovering by the doors. They’re curious but not desperate to venture out and I like the idea of enriching life at Pinecone Park in other ways.

Just Another Day

It’s very stormy this morning and the lights are flickering. I may lose power today. However: Sheba’s better. There were no accidents last night.

I was busy all day Friday and it was a long day.

I finished the first big task for the Arts Council and began the second one that will take longer. It’s volunteer work that is perfect for me; it’s purely clerical that I love doing. I can do it alone at home alone (I don’t have to go to any meetings) and it is super practical for the organization.

I also assembled the studio TV console table. It took much of the day; it was hard to do alone. But it’s done and the TV is on it. It was my first day working in the studio and I loved it.

By six o’clock I was a walking zombie. I’d been up since 2:30 am and had no nap. I was crashing but then a Bruno Mars special came on TV and boy did that wake me up. The guy is the most fabulous entertainer; I’m a massive fan. It was a show he and his group did at the Apollo Theatre in New York. Man… What a show. And then finally, to bed.

This morning I’m meeting Jay for breakfast. It’s something we’ve done a few times and it’s becoming a nice tradition. I’ll spend the rest of the day assembling chairs and finishing the Arts Council work.

What's That Smell?

Sheba woke me at 2:30 am this morning. She’s not done it before.

I figured she needed to go out so I got up, dressed and took her out. Nothing happened but when we came in I noticed a bit of a pooey smell and figured Her Highness was a vicious farter.

I went back to bed and she wanted up on the bed too. That was new, but I hauled her up and loved cuddling with her but she couldn’t settle.

I got up and dressed again; the cats were hungry. I was groggy and not happy to be up so early and I continued to smell her farts. Then I saw it. All around the dining room table were puddles of pee and trails of diarrhea. I wanted to wind back time and start the night over again.

I felt sorry for her and I was impressed that she woke me. I lit incense and the fire. It’s going to be a mighty long day. Sigh.

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Yesterday was positively fabulous.

I spent all day moving stuff from the house and the shed into the studio. Oh it was good work — my incense burning and my favourite music booming out of wireless speakers. Praise technology! There’s nothing like hearing your favourite music in a new “home.”

And oh, the rug in the guest room part of my studio! It’s like walking on cotton batting and I can push my work able over to it so when I’m working I’ll be standing on a very forgiving surface. What a fabulous day it was!

Keeping two fires going certainly keeps my busy. So does working in a studio without a fridge or a toilet; there’s going to be quite a path between the house and the studio.

I ended yesterday —a day of constant activity and diligent work — in the hot tub.

I thought my hot tub was a carbuncle in my landscape but now I’m a passionate convert. I feel privileged to have such a luxury at my disposal. And last evening, the sun broke through and it was nice and bright until five o’clock. I can almost feel Spring.

I’m doing it again today. It’s sunny again. It’s cold, but I’m doing it.