Tuesday, May 24, 2016
anxiety, dog butt, and chiggers
I guess the anxiety for my upcoming trip to the North Lands Creative Center in Scotland is starting up. I have three flights to make to get there and last night I dreamed I missed the second one, the one that will take me overseas. I also dreamed I dropped a $20 bill and couldn't find it. I also dreamed that I had a big potted plant as a gift for a friend and their door was unlocked so I just walked in and through the house with it to the back garden where they were entertaining and she wasn't too happy about my having just walked in the house and then told me they were getting a divorce. I don't know what the fuck that was about. Or even who the friend was.
What I do know is time is running out and my trip that was months away is now only weeks away and I am a little anxious about the three flights (did I leave enough time between each to accommodate any delays, is it going to take me three hours to get through security like I've been reading about, how miserable am I going to be in coach for 8 hours while flying over the Atlantic Ocean, will my checked bag make it there with me). Oddly, I'm not anxious about arriving safely, not worried about crashing or terrorists.
I have to prepare a presentation. I had to do that for the residency I did with Catharine Newell three years ago so I'm starting with it and updating it. Only one person will have heard it before. It took me three days then to write it and prepare the slide show that goes with it. I'm making it a bit longer with more pictures this time.
I'm finishing up the last intermediate drawing for the A&M job. Just have the butt and tail of the dog on the last drawing to complete. I didn't work on it yesterday, taking the day off to run accumulated errands plus I'm tired of drawing shaggy dog hair. This particular section on this black and white dog is a black hole of black. Even when I use photoshop to lighten it up, the defining lines of hip, leg, and tail are not clear.
I had planned to go into the city on Thursday to get the prints I need for the next set of drawings but Marc has proposed going to the movie to see Captain America: Civil War before it leaves and I'm all for that. Guess I'll go in town on Friday. Don't want to go tomorrow because I go to yoga on Wednesday and I don't want to be running around the city and then trying to beat the traffic over the Colorado River bridge and through all the construction on the highway home to get back in time. Besides, I'd rather have a stiff drink when I get home after a day in the city.
I worked out in the yard all day Sunday, well, til about 3 PM when I was thoroughly pooped doing maintenance. You could see my progress around the 1/2 acre by the piles and trails of debris left in my wake. It was hot and muggy out there and I dug up pecan and other trees and pruned the dead wood out of a large rose bush and pulled out the gone by bluebonnets and clumps of grass and other weedy things out of the wildflower garden and fertilized the azaleas and numerous other small tasks and became home to a bunch of chiggers that think the crack of my butt and between my legs is the best place ever. I also pulled out the guara I planted (or rather that planted itself through the pot) last fall because it WOULD NOT BLOOM. Besides it had gotten to be 7' tall and was being a bully in the garden and I had warned it over and over that it had better perform. I've had guara before in that very same spot that bloomed madly and only got about 3' tall.
But here at the beginning of summer, the gardens are looking pretty good. Things have filled out and started blooming since the grand tour.