Well, the day started out pretty okay. Stuff happened, then more stuff happened. It was as normal a day as can be when you are two days into confirmation your boss is selling his business and things may become wonky for a while.
Then I had a sad moment.
It wasn't until 9pm that I realized today is National Middle Child Day. Dang it. All those hours I could have been celebrating. There was probably a parade, and I missed it.
Then things went to shit.
If I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times. GIGANTIC SPIDERS ARE NOT ALLOWED INSIDE MY HOUSE! If I see them outside -- I try to live and let live. But inside? No way, no how. We had an epic battle to the death and adrenaline is still coursing through my entire body. I already had one adrenaline-filled moment this evening when I watched a little video clip my cousin posted on facebook. Ding dang it, I wish I were a scotch drinker. And that I had some good scotch. All I have here is ancient amaretto, and that's not going to get the job done.
Okay. Deep breath. Moving on.
Remember that wee green canvas panel? It ended up like this:
Last night I put on my painting apron again -
- and finished a panel I started ages ago. It was at the "oh that background is really cool and anything I do from here on out could totally wreck it" stage. Here's a piece of it:
I added a little of this:
And here's the final product:
I think I will name it "Front and Center." I also started another painting last night that I finished today. It is a combo platter of acrylic paint and oil pastels so I need to spray varnish it before I varnish it for real. Plus I guess I should wait for the paint to dry....
Last Friday I spent the big bucks ($3.00 minus a 55% off coupon) and bought a new glue gun. Used it tonight but don't have anything to show for it yet. These things take time. I got distracted by epic battles. My weapon of choice was a can of Raid, and my opponent tried to take refuge behind an apron I have hanging in my laundry "room." Normally I probably would have just burned the apron, but it belonged to my friend Viki who passed away about a month after my dad died. So now I'm going outside to watch meteors while I wait for the washing machine to finish. This is the first time I've ever turned the water temperature dial to hot.
Living on the edge, that's me.