Last night, The Boy and I went to a farm to see a sculpture exhibit. No, really. It's a working farm that's also a "sculpture center," which has some permanent pieces, as well as hosting sculpture shows. All the pieces are outdoors, and they're all very contemporary -- like, made from industrial materials, rather than a statue of Aphrodite carved out of marble.
This is the final weekend for an exhibit at the farm that's called "Without Walls." I got attacked by either bugs (but bugs don't bite me, damn it!), or a really nasty weed, because after being there for about an hour, I had welts and hives all over my arms and legs, and we had to leave to get Benadryl for me. Which led to an early night, as I zonked out once I had the Benadryl in my body.
Anyway, I took a bunch of pictures of the sculptures, starting here: [link]
What a cool idea.
Too bad about the welt-leaving bugs or weeds.
P-C (or Jen, for that matter), could you send me that number as well?
Dude, I almost just signed my post. Brain hiccup!
Wow, this is just...wrong...
Quarter-Horse
From: Funny Pics
I was surfing the 'net for a while just now, and Harvey wandered over to purr at me and finally settled down beside my mousing hand on the desk, and then put his head over my wrist. After a while, His purrs subsided and he fell asleep. Still on my wrist.
I was careful not to shuffle the mouse too violently, lest he wake up. Eventually, though, I had to get up, and slowly pulled my wrist away.
He looked up at me sleepily, stretched and yawned.
Cats are so damn cute.
Yeah. Rocky was just lying on his back on the couch beside me chirruping. So. Damn. Cute.
It almost makes me forget him annoyingly wandering around the house last night mewing piteously for no discernable reason. Almost.
Cats are so tyrannical in their cuteness. They do something ridiculously cute, and then you find yourself completely unable to move because the cuteness is placed in such a way that you can't move, or blink, or reach your inhaler, and you just think, "So damn cute!"
Dogs, otoh - well, we have a new rule in our house. To wit: if you want me to take seriously the grave security threat that has you barking like Stalin was at the door with an axe, you might want to get up off you damn dog bed to do it. Seriously, yo. Do you not see how you're undermining your own case?
and she really likes getting phone calls,
She does indeed, but she's taking a nap so her phone will be off until 7pm PST.
Thanks all for checking in with her. It's been very cheering.
She got her seventeenth needle stick this afternoon, the second steroid shot. "It burns! It burns!" But I think they're done poking her for a while.
In a small bit of bureaucratic good news, I contested an EDD edict that I had not properly registered my resume online and was to be docked three weeks of unemployment. Saw the judge on Wednesday, he thought my excuses were meritorious and those three weeks ($675) are restored to me. Huzzah.
