Sunday, July 27, 2014

Long time no see

Heh.  I almost missed the entire month of July.  So much has happened, I can't even remember what I wanted to tell you.  There was the giant, icky, pointy spider; a field trip to Rock of Ages; a 4th of July road trip to Connecticut while poodle stayed home with a babysitter; marauding cows; Leslie's new book; other stuff.  For now, I will just mention the cows.

There is a farm on our running route.  Wait, back up a minute.  In the interests of full disclosure I will say that when poodle and I "go for a run" we may cover five miles of road, but it is slow going.  My neighbor George?  Now THAT GUY runs.  Poodle and I run/walk.  Sometimes it's a full-on run/stop.  But we've got strict SOP's we adhere to (quick tangent - notwithstanding these SOP's we still almost bit it on another run recently because a woman driving a blazer was not paying attention) and, you know, safety first and all that.  Anyway, this farm has cows that often hang out by the road, so we stop and say hello.  Actually, we say, "Hola, vacas."  Roxie knows them as vacas, not as cows.  So here we were, chatting up the vacas, when one of them started walking over to us.  Then a couple more came.  Keep in mind the electric fence around this field of cows is comprised of exactly one lonely strand of wire.  So we started running again, and damn if those cows didn't start running with us.  Do you know how disconcerting it is to know the only thing separating you from a thundering herd of cattle is one lousy strand of wire?  Got my heart pounding, that's for sure.

Okay.  Anyway.  Moving on.  Recognizing I said in my last post that in the NEXT post I would tell you about my new job, I will start out with a re-cap of the flora situation around here because it changes so fast I can barely keep up.  All of the following happened in the last two weeks of June:














Okay, I generally bump up the contrast in all of my photos, but I TOTALLY upped it on that last one.  It looks cool.





That whole section where the pink flamingos are growing (I'm quite sure they are perennials) is currently swamped with bee balm, and soon to be populated with black-eyed Susans (or, as I keep calling them, lazy Susans).  The peony is also over there, and of the five peonies I've got this is the only one that had more than one flower.  All the others were pink, this one was white.





All kinds of crazy nonsense grew along the front of my house, like those fuzzy pink things I liked.  And what the heck is this:


That bugger was about five feet tall when I took the picture.  Here is the top bit, up close and personal:


Seriously, what is this thing?  I just ran outside and took updated pictures so you can see how it has progressed in the last few weeks:




Poodle butt for scale in that last picture.  If those things would stand up straight they would be way taller than I am.  Ann was saying the other day she wishes there were something like "photopedia" - a way to take a picture of something and put it online to find a match so you can figure out what it is.  Would come in handy right about now.  Eletra?  Gigi?  Diane?  Any clue about this weird thing?

I've got loads more in the flora department, including the white peonies, but we will save it for later.  Now on to the job.

Hmmm.  The job.

It's not new anymore, as I've been there for over two months, but I work for a company called Euro Decals.  Although the website is old and due for a serious overhaul, you can find it here.  We make, among other things, those oval shaped auto decals.  Check out the website, you will see what I mean.  A lot of our clients are schools, retail shops, ski areas and resorts from here to South Carolina.   I work for some great people, and my office is at their house in Stowe, halfway up the Mountain Road.  I talk on the phone, spend quite a bit of time emailing with clients, fill and ship orders, do some graphic design work, and generally make myself useful.  It was an interesting first couple of weeks, because although my boss did his best to train me, the only reason he was hiring an assistant is because his last one passed away from cancer in March.  Her name was Autumn and she had been working for him for over six years.  Her cancer was diagnosed last fall, and it progressed rapidly; any death from a disease like cancer is a blow but hers was extra bitter because she was only 31 years old.  Cancer sucks.  Autumn was a huge part of the business, and there was a bit of a steep learning curve figuring out what needed to be done when there was nobody who knew exactly how she had been doing everything that she had done.  Get it?  I'm still learning as I go, and I will be playing the "new girl" card for a while, but so far so good.  It's not rocket surgery, but it is fun and laid back and interesting, and I'm all over that.  Plus, I only work four days a week.  Extra plus, I can wear flip flops to work.  This is a huge change, coming off 16 years of no open-toed shoes at work.  It was kinda weird.  Extra extra plus, I take poodle to work with me some days.  That's awesome.

So there you go, in a nutshell.  I was in the right place at the right time, and it has been good for both me and for the company.  Kathy told me since I only work four days a week (Monday - Thursday) I need to consider Friday a work day at home and paint all day.  So far that has not happened.  In fact, I haven't painted a thing in ages except the beginning of an outdoor art installation for the side of my garage.  That's if you don't count all the turquoise spray paint I've been slinging around here.  I'm thinking I might slap some of that on the window trim on the front of my house.  Just because I can.

Next up, Crime Rib and my Dr. Seuss tree!

Stay tuned.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Surprise in the bottom of the box

I know, I know, it's more flowers.  Just sit down and scroll through the pretty pictures.  I promise there is something else at the end.  And no, it's not anything about my new job.  I will tell you about that one next time.  Really.  I will.

These are in chronological order, starting from June 3rd (hey - that was my birthday!) and the last few were taken today.



I am fascinated with the way the rhodo flowers blossomed although I must say, the color was much more impressive at this stage than at full bloom.




The azalea has crazy cool color.


Did anyone besides my sister Ann notice that the pictures I had previously posted and called Lily of the Valley were in actual fact Solomon's Seal?  Apparently, I've got both.


Black petunias.  This is what I planted in the sink.




Blooming, blooming, blooming....




That's the fascinating tree in my front yard.


Buttercup!





There is only one of those guys, and it doesn't want to stand up by itself.



See?  They bust open and they are a much lighter pink.


Crazy cool color.


This butterfly followed me around outside today.


Yikes, somebody needs to dust out here.


I'm thinking peony.  We soon shall see.


Daisies!  I miss the fields of daisies in Montana.


This is a somewhat crappy picture of two lovely bits of shrubbery.  See the next two photos:




And remember that plant with the little yellow flowers we thought might be a weed?  Now the yellow flowers are turning pink.  Huh.


See?  Following me around.

...

And now, here is the surprise in the bottom of the box.  I'm giving you a sneak peek at the painting I am sending to Derek for the 2nd annual Bigfork show.




He is 10" x 22.75" and he still needs a name.  He also needs a frame.  A name and a frame.  And yes, in case you were wondering, I drew this freehand before I painted it.  I used a photo as a visual reference, but I drew it freehand.  Not bad for someone who can't draw.  Now, how to pack and ship him when his varnish hasn't completely cured....

Oh, and A GIANT P.S.!  Leslie sent me a copy of THE BOOK, THE BOOK, THE NEW SECOND BOOK!  Woo hoo!  I haven't started reading it yet, so more on that later.  Stay tuned!

Monday, June 2, 2014

Let's Get This Party Started

Here we are, at the beginning of an epic adventure.


Roxie took a moment's break from chasing that darn reflection to help load up the dumpster that is currently parked in my driveway.  Actually, that's two dumpsters.  The ginormous one is for trash, and the slightly smaller one is for metal.  Hence the sign:  METAL ONLY.  Both of these bad boys arrived on Tuesday of last week.  This picture was taken on Thursday.  Mom and I started to make a dent in the crapola piles.

Then on Saturday, all hands were on deck and it all went crazy.

Mr. Foss was here and spent some quality time underneath my house.  He is going to come back and take a bunch of the old lumber away.  Jane was here also, and spent quality time under the house and lugging crap into piles.  Mom was still here and she didn't sit down once.  Ann, Aidan, Liam, Delaney, Hoagie, Johnny, Kathy, Abby, Evan and Ruby were also here.  It was a little crowded.  But this is what happened:

First, Roxie found a stick:



Okay, that happened on Thursday, too.  On to Saturday.  Let's look at a picture I took last August:


This is behind the garage, and when the previous owners moved I asked them to get rid of everything that wasn't nailed down (and some things that were).  Practically the only thing from over here they got rid of was the riding mower and the pickup cap they were using to house the mower.  Past those ladders and windows you can see a little building.

On Saturday, here is Ann, taking video for Liam:


This is what she was filming:



Pushed that sucker right over.  The pile of crap in the picture of Ann with the camera, by the way, was stuff that was either in this shed or part of this shed.  And I use the term "shed" loosely.  The "door" on the side of this thing was a gross old shower curtain.  And it was filled with icky windows, some potentially-salvageable-for-an-outdoor-art-project shutters, half of a wheelchair, an icky old stuffed panda (I did not save it for you, Derek), a wooden chair with a hole cut in the seat (a homemade potty chair?) and other assorted nonsense.

Next we found the La Brea Tar Pits:


Don't get me started.

The tire pile just kept growing:


I'm bummed we never got the official tire count but Johnny thinks it was well over 50.

I'm not sure what won the "oddest find" award.  That snowmobile cowl?  The baby bootie?  (No, we didn't find the baby.  At least not yet.)  The wading pool?  What - you don't believe we found a wading pool?  Here:


That pool did an awesome job of covering up a whole host of shit.  In fact, several layers of shit.  In double fact, there are still layers of shit out there from under this pool - we had to just walk away.  I need to go back out there with more than a rake to excavate some more.

But back to the oddities.  A pool is nothing.  How about bedsprings?


No?  A steering wheel and three windshield wipers?  A broken canoe?  An old push mower, down in the river?  An entire swing set?  This thing, that Evan thinks is an engine?


An Etch-A-Sketch, broken into a million pieces?  Storm windows, broken into a million pieces?  A propeller?  HOW ABOUT THE GODDAMN KITCHEN SINK?  Yes, everything and the kitchen sink.

Grrr.

Metal dumpster is full.



Actually, it's more than full.  We've got another pile going on the grass.

Phew.  Mom has been working her butt off all week and has made three trips so far to the reSource store here in town.  I listed some free (please-please-please-come-and-take-it) stuff on Front Porch Forum.  But Saturday was a huge, long day.  I never could have gotten so much loaded up without the help of all those crazy people I mentioned earlier.  Aidan even came back on Sunday because he was so bothered by the amount of garbage the previous owners left behind.  I hope his tetanus shot is up to date.

Saturday was the best birthday present ever.  I shall be eternally grateful.

Oh yeah.  And there was this:


My cake came in this box, and yours didn't.