Post Truman

It's been a rough week. I've been working on this special order and having trouble. It's as if grief is shooting through my fingers and making everything I touch go wrong. Note the pile of failures. I have hopes that this last one will work. Truman's absence permeates the whole house.
I had a good month selling. I blame this on what Molly and I impetuously did the other day. She located a kennel on the internet that had a litter of Irish Terriers. It's in the Ozarks. We ordered a puppy who'll arrive next Saturday. Maybe money can buy happiness.

What's Wrong With Dogs

Dogs will find baby bunnies and think they're squeaky toys
Dogs will eat something disgusting, throw up and eat that
Dogs will embarrass you by peeing on the neighbor's dog
Dogs will decide that the middle step is a fine place to sleep
You wonder if tripping over him is how you'll break your neck
Dogs will demand to go outside before it's light and bark to wake the neighbors
Dogs will lay on any project attempted on the floor
Dogs are always underfoot while you're cooking, ready to hoover up anything that hits the floor
Dogs will pick up cockleburrs and expect you to to pick them off their coat and paws
Dogs think that anyone who visits is their new best friend
You suspect that they'd go home with them if you let them
Dogs will bang their water dish when you sit down to eat, even if they already have water
Dogs will scratch, scratch, scratch the carpet, then circle, circle, circle until you say, "Stop!" and then look at you like, "What?"
Dogs don't live nearly long enough
They will break your heart

I Can't Talk

I am too sad.

First Dance Again

I'm waiting for paint to dry. I feel like I've been working on this bride and groom forever and I'll be glad when it's done. I want to go back to animals.
I really enjoyed the indie movie,"Sunshine Cleaning". "Idiocracy" is a hoot.
Time to check the paint.

Truman & the Chipmunks

Well, I didn't make those skeletons yet. I did give Truman his fall bad haircut yesterday. My chipmunk arrived and I took this picture of one of my chipmunks checking it out. He wasn't fooled for long.
I sold five pieces last week. That might be a record for me. Jim said if I sell six a day he could retire, but I can't make six a day. I once made three, but I was working late into the evening for that. No matter how hard I try, it's a slow process.
After I go to the Post Office I'll get going on those skeletons, I will, really.

Gort & Chipmunk

Someone asked about Gort, so I'm making another one. I need to go to Michael's and find some better silver paint. Popcats paint is still tacky. There are little Gort robots on the internet and I want one.
I've heard people say that they can hardly bear to part with the pieces that they've made. Not me. I want other people's pieces. I ordered this chipmunk from Sandra Healy because I love the ones in my yard and she makes sweet ones.
People have been asking about skeletons, so when I get home from errands I will make some.

Sunday Evening

My Cat Lady is leaving for New Zealand tomorrow. It reminded me of the main person I based it on so I'm making one and sending it to her as a gift because she is in a nursing home. I'll send her bon bons, too.
Lotsa lookies over the weekend. Don't know why.
In the past two weeks I've heard a humming bird chirp,a rabbit squeak and a chipmunk chip. All this wonderful stuff in my back yard.