They came to retest, took back their nifty hepa filter machines, and swore we'd pass. The appraiser was here, took some more pictures with a trainee in tow.
It's all out of my control now, but my real worry for the day was Charlie getting major dental work done that needed anesthesia. What's a Nana to do about that but fret.
He was FINE. Mom and Dad by his side and came by today to show me all his silver choppers. He's FINE.
Early this morning I found this piece in the project bag. It had a big maybe on it when I tucked it away. After minimal fiddling, this morning I gave it the green light and basted it while listening to some music with (almost) no thoughts in my head. As if.
A secondary character gets called up to The Show. (It turns out that Lady Gray, isn't a lady at all and we are told it's none of our damned business what is under her dress. Smack.) ---this is what writers do.
There are a few new colors that hitchhiked here along with some soy wax from Dharmatrading. There will be resisting!
This freckled cloth is so delicate and soft. It feels like baby skin.
Strange business today. After Jake and Charlie left, Sweetie and I tucked ourselves in for the mandatory siesta (I work until 12:15am). Twenty minutes into my allotted hour, a solid thump on the front step woke me. I'm expecting two big boxes of cloth from NY so I staggered downstairs to thank the delivery person. Opened the door. Nothing. Hmm. I went back upstairs to see if the truck was still in the driveway. Nothing. A second thump from below. Again, nothing on the doorstep. Assuming my ears were failing to report properly, I walked around the house looking for the source of the sound. My imagination? Why would anticipation wake me from a much-needed nap.
A call to my source for tracking numbers assured me that the boxes were still on the camels plodding their way here, ETA Monday evening.
The sounds? To be continued. I really want the parrot. You know the one.
Good night all.
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I'm glad Charlie's fine!
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