And there’s very little shade. Okay, so that’s not here, but you get the idea.
This is here and the inside temp AC is set at 80 and it’s only 730 am in the morning. So this gives you some idea. R.L. and I did go out and celebrate our anniversary last week and then he flew off to tape a segment on the best of American high schools for a certain Sunday morning news program. Now he’s home sick. Airplane Ack is bad enough but being in a high school, an all new petri dish of germs for him, put him over the top. He’s toying with H1N1 the way a guy might, moaning and wanting me to feel his forehead often and look up symptoms on the internet. I told him it was merely travelitis and airplane ack and then, insensitive life partner that I am, I apparently slept through a 4am foray out to CVS where he got some of those dreadful multi-symptom cold pills. Now he’s passed out, perhaps for the day, and hopefully he’ll wake up feeling better.
I try to avoid going out at all costs. I must say, some of the sparkle has worn off scooping vulture poop. We clean raptor cages about 3pm and that’s when Florida sun seems to be directly overhead. The baby owls are thriving, turned into little hunting machines since we erected the “killing field” inside their enclosure. They are taking after live food with enthusiasm. Now that they have no need for a food plate, they can sleep in their dish. This shot, taken by my friend Gabe, is a couple weeks old; now they look mostly grown up and the day is not far off when they will go back into the wild.So, stuck inside, I’m teaching needle felting classes and having great fun with that. I’m planning some specialty classes starting in August and September including a fall vegetable series and, for those wanting something a little more elegant, a nuno silk class. But I’m telling you right now, the pumpkins and squash are going to be very fine.This is my enthusiastic class from yesterday. I love these workshops: very creative and happy atmosphere. Personally, I’m starting to move away from owls and penguins, although I do really enjoy making those. I’m working on my detailing and also going for a touch of whimsy. Rich doesn’t know quite what to make of these items perched on the mantle. Front and back. Actually, he asked, “what is that?” when I showed him the female form. “What is that?”! Either he’s sicker than I thought or it’s time for remedial therapy…
(Check out the size of that flower I cut from the yard. We have grasshoppers to match.)
I think the guy on the right is waiting for large wings. I’ve ordered some foam covered wire used for tomato staking that I think will help provide some structure to those. The only thing I can think of for Venus there is a finely sculpted animal head of some sort. Still waiting for inspiration. And speaking of inspiration, how about this very cool stone? I like stones, I’ve always collected them. You just have no idea of what goes into making stones. Now, I’m thinking of increasing the scale and having “sofa stones.” Uber chic and modern. What do you think of that idea?(And yes. It’s a great book that just goes to show that black people, historically, have been as crazy as white people in this here South.)