Studio time continues to elude me. On the mom front, I am scrambling to get my son ready for a Spring Break trip to Germany. As the mother of a teenager, I should be immune to his disinterested, uncooperative efforts to pull things together, particularly when his brain is focused on *#*%&@ video/computer games. We have created a monster. He thinks "old people" are nuts for wanting to spend money on things like travel when they have nothing to show for it, as opposed to spending money on a new hand-held game system that will be obsolete three hours after production when a newer, shinier, faster model comes out. Not that I'm feeling a bit sarcastic or unappreciated. Oh, no. But I feel better after 1) having found the plug adapter he needs for his charging devices in EXACTLY the spot I told him to look yesterday (he said he did and it wasn't there) and 2) tossing the enormous pile of clothes from the floor of his closet to the middle of the bedroom floor (I should have been wearing a gas mask) while the monster load he did manage to get into the laundry room (two days after laundry was finished) is being washed. Grrrrrrrr. I think the next trip will be reserved for the parents who appreciate it!!! The little savage....
On the art side, it's Monday. This is the regular day that I bring home from school my young friend and Kevin's classmate Jasmine, a mature and artistic young lady who inspires me to get to work. We decided last week that we need to craft while we yap or we'll get nothing but yapping (OK, and a little snacking) done for the afternoon. Jasmine stays through dinner until her mother is finished with graduate school classes, so it's one day a week where I'm guaranteed getting a little something accomplished. I'm quite tardy, having made incredibly little progress on the project for the Susan Sorrell online course. Today's the day! Tomorrow is a post of the photo!
Alas, having a studio cat has been a little bit of a problem when that cat frequently an upset stomach. I will spare the details other than to say that I am the happy owner of a carpet cleaner and my rug isn't all that big. Another ugh.
It sounds like you have your hands full,and I admire you for giving a elderly sick cat a home.
ReplyDeleteMary, you are too kind. I was fortunate to have some leftover "stop vomiting!" medicine from another kitty that helps her. She'd been doing so well for a few days that I thought she got over her tummy issue. Alas, the vet suggests it is her medical condition of hyperthyroidism that is causing her to create the urppy pattern on my rug. So she's had a dose, I've got a little heater going for her and am about to go out for another dose of kitty lovin'. My young friend had to cancel today, but I did some work in the parked car while I waited for my own little savage. Progress!! ;-)
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