I am tragiclly behind with everything right now so blogging has taken the backest seat. It has been a busy couple of weeks. So where did I leave off ? We have been to see the VA Doc and we have secured meds and all the tests we were after. Seth got his rating letter from the review board and he now has access to most of the health programs at the VA and also most of the vets programs. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to know that his health care is covered now. I was not sure what we were going to do for a while when the lovely doctors kept asking for test after test and no end in sight. For the moment there is breathing room and it is heaven.
The birthday party went off without a hitch and the company was even better than the food. Seth took out all his loot and played with it when we got home. I finally had to tell him he would be late for work if he did not go to bed and put the toys away. The tractor toy especially. Every thing in the house has been plowed and has little wheel marks on it. Thank you all for coming, some of you from such a distance, I appreciate it a great deal.
Okay what else? Work has been interesting in a kind of dead way. I always loose people at the halfway mark. When you tell someone that they are expected to be creative on their own they run screaming for some reason. Or they go in the opposite direction and decide to be so creative that their thingy bears no resemblance to what we discussed. I am trying to wrap my mind around the problem with thickness. I tell people that we can only weld things up to one quarter inch thick with this equipment. I tell them that eighth inch is way better. And what do I get? Half inch square stock and quarter by two inch bar stock. And then they get surprised that it takes for bloody ever to heat up and does not weld terribly well. Hello, are my lips moving? Apparently not, no one hears the things I think I said. I have two fountains, one gas tank, one free form sculpture(out of three eighths no less) One interpretive brain sculpture(yes I did mean brain like what should be between this guys ears)one free for all, two garden art trellises, one set of candle stands, at least five or six still undecided. So far no partridge.Yet.
In home news the bazaar is going off last weekend and next, so the landlords are off doing that. The bathroom upstairs has been empty of its menagerie and has all of the plumbing finished, the shower in, the sheetrock up, and texture on the walls. Still no partridge.
The fog has been incredible for the last week. Every morning as I go to bed it fills the meadow below our house and wraps itself around the landscape. The sun coming up ever so slowly makes it shimmer like a pearl. The trees pop out one by one, assembling themselves out of the mist, gilt in gold and silver with the light of the sun and the cold grace of the fog. It is truly an experience that can leave you breathless, nature putting on an elemental strip tease. I always wonder how to answer when I am asked "Where does you inspiration come from?" I wish I could show people the stillness of those mornings and the cold shimmering force in the air. They would never ask again.
The birthday party went off without a hitch and the company was even better than the food. Seth took out all his loot and played with it when we got home. I finally had to tell him he would be late for work if he did not go to bed and put the toys away. The tractor toy especially. Every thing in the house has been plowed and has little wheel marks on it. Thank you all for coming, some of you from such a distance, I appreciate it a great deal.
Okay what else? Work has been interesting in a kind of dead way. I always loose people at the halfway mark. When you tell someone that they are expected to be creative on their own they run screaming for some reason. Or they go in the opposite direction and decide to be so creative that their thingy bears no resemblance to what we discussed. I am trying to wrap my mind around the problem with thickness. I tell people that we can only weld things up to one quarter inch thick with this equipment. I tell them that eighth inch is way better. And what do I get? Half inch square stock and quarter by two inch bar stock. And then they get surprised that it takes for bloody ever to heat up and does not weld terribly well. Hello, are my lips moving? Apparently not, no one hears the things I think I said. I have two fountains, one gas tank, one free form sculpture(out of three eighths no less) One interpretive brain sculpture(yes I did mean brain like what should be between this guys ears)one free for all, two garden art trellises, one set of candle stands, at least five or six still undecided. So far no partridge.Yet.
In home news the bazaar is going off last weekend and next, so the landlords are off doing that. The bathroom upstairs has been empty of its menagerie and has all of the plumbing finished, the shower in, the sheetrock up, and texture on the walls. Still no partridge.
The fog has been incredible for the last week. Every morning as I go to bed it fills the meadow below our house and wraps itself around the landscape. The sun coming up ever so slowly makes it shimmer like a pearl. The trees pop out one by one, assembling themselves out of the mist, gilt in gold and silver with the light of the sun and the cold grace of the fog. It is truly an experience that can leave you breathless, nature putting on an elemental strip tease. I always wonder how to answer when I am asked "Where does you inspiration come from?" I wish I could show people the stillness of those mornings and the cold shimmering force in the air. They would never ask again.
- Mood:
mellow - Music:Are you being served, britcom

