Apparently Woods Day is also Make A Big Piece For Trickster’s Trash Day these days. I’m good with that. Continue reading another thing!
but to be fair the thing I found in the woods IS legit pretty creepy Continue reading I am a BUTTHEAD
… because for sure neither of the boys accomplished a THING. Continue reading at least _I_ got something done …
It’s been far, FAR too long since I’ve made a BIG piece for Trickster’s Trash. I knew more-or-less what this piece was going to be when I picked up the already-twisted bucket handle that frames it, so using this as a place to dip my toes back in was kinda perfect.
This is where I started. It’s rare that I have this much of an idea of where I’m going to wind up this early, & even rarer that I stick this close to what I’d envisioned. I’m not sure what, if anything, that means — but I’m happy with the results! Continue reading I made a thing!
Before he climbed THAT tree, Loiosh climbed another tree. Continue reading nothing near so exciting
& most of the day they looked like that. Continue reading also there were the woods
Once upon a time, Loiosh went up a tree.
This tree was at Dragonsspine fighter practice. Loiosh had been to Dragonsspine fighter practice many times, & I guess he was bored with it, because we hadn’t been there ten minutes or more before he bolted for the playground, wove around a couple of very startled children, & nyoomed about ten feet up a tree. From which he refused to come down.
I found a comfy spot on the low wall of railroad ties keeping the sand in the playground, plopped down on my butt, explained to him that he was on his own, & waited.
Cat’s gotta come down sometime, right? Continue reading no fencers required
or, In Which I Sort Of Failed To Post Any Progress Stuff Last Week
I got the back wall clearcoated. It really brought out the colours in the wood — look at the difference above! Continue reading last week’s accomplishments
It’s monsoon season in New Mexico, which means it’s gone from clear blue skies in the 80s & 90s to intermittent rain & a side of thunderstorms in the 60s. & as usual, the boys are spending it asleep.
Who can blame them? I’ve been napping too. Continue reading it’s nap weather
That’s a cat with a Plan.
I don’t know what the plan was, but he definitely had one. Continue reading mostly cats (mostly)