Time Travel of a Sort

Feels like I have travelled back in time to the fourteenth century... or at least the early 1980s. I've just spent two weeks without access to a computer, while staying at my parent's place. They see no need whatsoever for modern technology. I have definitely had withdrawal like symptoms. At one point I even called my husband and demanded that he read me the latest entry from one of my blog buddies.

All I can say is, I am really really really glad to be back home, feeling like I inhabit the current decade again! (And that I am once again being treated like an adult, not a teenager, as my parents seem to still think I am!) The Boy is definitely missing the grand-parental spoiling, but I am glad to be in my own space, under my own house rules, once again!

We are winning the flea war, but it isn't over yet... I think we need the yard sprayed. Term!nix sucks. It takes them nearly a week to return phonecalls, and days longer to show up, contract notwithstanding! And then they do a half assed job. At least that's my experience. Next time I sure as hell am not prepaying the two year contract in advance! They seem to think since they got their money, they are free to blow us off. Asshats.

Oh Where Oh Where Has My Sanity Gone....

My house is upside down with electrical work going on, and my dining room art space is a cluttered mess. But the good news is, we've been talking about wiring my studio (the garage) so I can use my kilns for, oh, five years now, and by this fall, it will actually be a reality! (It's a two step process, involving upgrading the electric service, a concrete floor getting poured in the middle, and then the final electric hookups, but it has begun! Hurray!) I'm so excited. I've been cut off from doing my sculptural stuff for so long because I had no way to fire things, and was tired of creating pieces too delicate to store indefinitely and then watching them get broken. Pretty soon I'll be able to play in 3D again! Woo hoo!

Things are hectic and cluttered and messy, and my mental state matches.

Mikro is starting to get back on track with sleeping (maybe).

Here's a recent shot of Danger Boy in action, probably about a minute before he clocked me with the hammer...



And another: Warning: crazy twiddling nursing toddler .

And the latest WITW exercise: a collage:

Happy Blogiversary to Me

It has been a whole year.  I can hardly believe it.  A good, but exhausting year.  My son is a toddler now.  It seems like only yesterday that he was a funny looking little newborn, and this was a brand new blog.  Tempus sure does fugit!

Today I am nursing a painfully scratched eye, which seems to be highly sensitive to light, courtesy of Mikro's attempt to claw it out.  Ouch.

My husband is moving furniture frantically because tomorow we are having electrical work done here, and there needs to be room to work...

The only good thing about the upheaval is that he has located a bunch of my art supplies that had long been lost in the clutter. 

Uh oh.  Poopy diaper alert.

The Incredible Non-Sleeping Boy

Just checking in. It's been a hard week, because Mikro's routine has been disturbed, and his sleep is completely erratic at the moment, which means we are both exhausted and crabby!

He had his 15 month Well Baby Care visit, and he's now 31 inches tall, has a 17 and 7/8 inch head circumference, and weighs 21.5 pounds.  Poor guy got four shots and had a blood test.  He was screaming hysterically until I took him outside and laid him on a blanket in a shady spot on the doctor's lawn and nursed him.  That made him happy again.  Happy enough to head up to Home Depot and spend another $2K on fencing material to keep his danger loving little butt confined in the backyard.    The Boy loves cars and thinks nothing of running for the street to go say hello to one.  Hence our obsession with fencing.

Re Walking In This World:  For some (unknown) reason, I've been more resistant to doing the morning pages (MPs) this week, though I did get them done (but in the afternoon a couple times). They are pretty whiney about sleep deprivation... I have done all the tasks, and I'm going to count going shopping for plants and art supplies as my artists date (AD). I bought two gorgeous orchids that I hope I'll soon have the time and energy to paint. Unfortunately, the only art making I've done is a quick sketch of the boy when he finally fell asleep. I still have to do my walk, which I hope to do once the thunder and lightning is done for the day.

Last week it was easier to keep up my momentum.  My AD was great- I watched Le Mysterie Picasso, which made me want to go play with paint.  And it was terrific to see him rework things and to watch how a paintng evolved.  Very cool!

 

Mood Absorption

I think I am a toxic mood absorption sponge. When I am around someone who is depressed or pissed or miserable, it feels like I get infected with their bad mood. Kev is in a lousy mood, and it has rubbed off on me. Things are not real happiness, rainbows and fluffy bunnies here at the moment. Sigh. My tendency is to just withdraw and then into a depressed lump on the couch, but I'm trying to fight that. Not real successful so far, but I'm trying.

And so far I'm doing my morning pages, which seem to be a bitch and moan fest... Still have to do my artist's date for the week. Not in the mood.