June 2010
10 posts
It is coming at last...
Oil.
We now have oil in the Mississippi Sound. A large patch. With more right behind it, several miles worth, in fact. There are clean up crews at Petit Bois Island dealing with tar balls. We have oil sheen, oil slick, oil mousse, and emulsified oil as well. Reports say that we could see oil on our beaches by the weekend. More fishing waters have been closed.
The seafood industry here is...
Among our evening activities...
Kylie’s first bike ride. We all loved it.
It’s getting so hot now that afternoon stroller outings are out… unless we go at 6am. By the time it finally starts to dip under 95 degrees or so in the evening, the sun has almost set and the mosquitoes are out with a vengence. We’ve been spending too much time inside lately, and I think it’s wearing on both of us. We...
Initial wake-up call: 5am. Currently: 8am. 2...
“When the artist is alive… he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressing creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and he opens ways for a better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it, shows there are still more pages possible….
“The work of the art student is no...
I’m dreaming of painting. Simply painting. Standing at my easel with a nice, big, stretched canvas and spilling my little heart out.
I’m not sure if it’s caused by all of the Kid’s Camp and Canvas and Cocktails classes I’ve been teaching lately or by the fact that I haven’t really been able to paint for me since before Kylie was born. That is a ridiculously...
Kylie either calls her food “mama” or me “num num.” Its the exact same word for both; I just can’t quite tell which.
I’m honestly not sure which I’d prefer.
Bit off more than I can chew. Again.
We have some out of town friends coming to stay this weekend, so last week Jason and I decided to use that as motivation for another serious push on getting this house in order. Maybe we were a little too ambitious. So now it is Friday, our guests will be arriving in, say, 3 hours or less, and I find myself surrounded by a disater area. A few projects are...
What does it mean when your eight month old can take your blackberry apart without hesitiation?
The screen no longer does it for her. She likes the inside. Half of the time I have trouble sliding the part that releases the back cover…
puffs progress
Last week: throws puffs on floor to dog. waves tightly clenched fists grasping puffs while preaching in baby language that resembles Russian.
Results: about one puff in mouth.
This morning: tries to see how quickly she can pick up and shove puffs into her mouth while singing.
Results: puffs stuck to legs, cheeks, toes, elbows, and dog still gets most of them anyway.
I mean, it’s...
