Not An Art Lover?

Or maybe they are and couldn't resist a little self expression.  Noticed this in the craft aisle at Walmart today in my relentless search for metallic pens.  Big ones.  Not little, bitty fineliners but big fat markers oozing with gleaming goodness.  I did find some and so far have determined the silver is super and I'm working on the others.

We Did It!

Well...almost.

TwinB was too tired to return to school this afternoon so will hand in her project tomorrow for a 5% deduction.  5% per day?? Why that's almost asking for late papers.

She also ran it by someone at the new Writing Centre and will apply his corrections. Alls I'm hopin' for is a pass, though it would be nice to see her do a bit better. Her recent Humanities paper was returned today with a 90% so...hurrah!

Just can't believe how much sleep she's needing.


Update Apr. 16: it was returned to her with a 93% so she nailed it...less 15% late penalties but Man, what a relief!

Lil' TwinBlue

TwinB met me in the ACAD library yesterday, discovered this massive book and pretended to be a gnome.
It's the closest I've gotten her to resource material so far except maybe for the art history textbook that we checked out that I placed on her bed at her request so, so late this afternoon.  I'd been trying to get her to read through the intro which contains much useful info...in only 13 pages for goodness sakes!

I'm rolling jello up a hill.

And it's melting all the way down.

She's lying in a puddle of sheets, gravol and hangover unable to even partake of the tea I brewed for her 'round about 5:30 p.m. ( Double Bergamot: the Best. Tea. Ever.)
I went down to the Ctrain around 2:30 planning perhaps to be away when she awoke, then returned 5-ish hoping that she noticed my absence but....no.

No...

She's out for a day or more.  I had a nice visit with my brother and his off-site partner but apart from that I was ALONE.  I'm aware that in a foggy sense she knows but it's so hard for me to be right here  and not make any difference.

She doesn't even have  to tackle this shit. All I want is for her to be alive and produce her lovely saleable art.   But NOOOO she had to aspire  to things that are daunting for most mortals and I have to assist and go along for the ride.

Ask me about MLA citation and annotations...no, really...ask me....I'll tell ya'

Over The Wild Blue

First step of my journey lifts me over glaciers, massive mountains and countless unnamed frozen lakes. A passenger beside me returning home for a few days off remarks on the wonder and beauty.
We land in a rather cool, damp Vancouver.
Frenzied family visiting ensues.

Yesterday I head back to the airport, through very tiny hail, looking at frosty roofs and yards; not so typical for Vancouver of the 21st century, though it wouldn't have been at all out of place prior to my mid teens.  I remember the turning point - it would have been mid March 1974 - there had been a powdery snowfall and I looked up through misty clouds at the stars, a rare glimpse and a pause following any precipitation. The weather seemed to rapidly 'warm' in the next months and years, warm being a relative term when going from cold, wet to cool, wet.
I'm happy to live in the Land of the Snow.

So...I take my seat in the middle of three. One of the last passengers to board requires that I and the aisle guy get out of the way so he can take his window seat.  He gets settled in, starts his movie and pulls the freaking blind on the clearly visible landscape below.
Asswipe.

One more evening of intensive visiting: a sister-in-law not seen for 15 years, due to estrangement from The Husband, little grand neices/first cousins-once-removed, son, daughters, brother.
Pizza, beer, babies, bombardment of words...
Quite glorious.

Mrs. Hutson On The Move

I'd been somewhat apprehensive going in to  this one...
Up to 21 participants, all residents of Multi Level care with mild to severe mobility and sensory ailments. 
They loved it!! We did a very simple landscape in watercolour and many turned out quite well.  Even those whose paintings didn't work out as well enjoyed the experience very much.  We tried a Mount Elizabeth because I'd painted a Mount Elizabeth on the tall mural that clad on the fireplace to the right of the photo.  Also made it easy to point at it and basically say "That."
Boy, was I hopping!

A few minutes after packing everything away I headed over to Nechako school for an afterschool recreational art class and then this evening, Art Club.  My front tooth cracked yesterday as I bit into a chocolate bar and I didn't realize what had happened until that evening.  My dentist was kind enough to squeeze me in for a last minute Gluing Together Of The Crown so now I don't have to wander the streets of Vancouver and Calgary looking like a hillbilly.
Bless his soul.

He's All About The Dialogue

Noticed a cute class writing assignment in the halls of Nechako school.  Students from grade 3 were photographed with a 'yucky face' and wrote a description of the most unappealing food they'd ever sampled.
Most of the writing consisted of just that: descriptions but one young fellow's piece contained 8 lines of dialogue out of a total of 10 sentences.

Eggplant is a very revolting (in a disgusting way) veggie. My tale goes like this...
"Okay Axxxx, try this scrumptious veggie" says Mrs. Mxxxxxxx
"Sure...um...what is it?" I say
"You'll find out especially soon" says Mrs. Mxxxxxxx
I said "Hmmm, okay"  I say, kind-a gross feeling. "Um...I'll try it now"
Next thing I know, I feel like I'm going to hurl.
"I don't want to be rude but...you call that scrumptious?" I yelled.
"that almost made me hurl!"
"Brrrrring!" screamed the lunch bell.
"Gotta run - bye!"

I found his little piece quite inspiring since I find dialogue to be the most daunting aspect of writing. I really like how the bell sound is even given the dialogue treatment!
Perhaps we're looking at the next Tarrantino?

Down In The Holler

Down in the holler where the wind never blows and the sun rarely shines, mountains of snow lie piled on high. It's always a shock to walk around Angle St.  We're in one of the more exposed sites in Kitimat so the snow often appears twice as deep whenever I venture there.  Maybe it really is.  Despite a 3 week melt, the snow is still 1 meter deep in my backyard; bet it could be almost 2 meters deep in some spots there.