Ohgosh, I just have to show this to those in my 'hood who may have missed this when Kirk posted this yesterday.
Unbeaaaaaarable cutenesses!!! -
Call it mothers intuition. I woke up at six thirty this morning. I nearly went back to sleep, but I thought I'd just wander out to the kitchen first.
The fridge was open, and food was scattered in a little line leading to the door in our window where das weezels access their outdoor pen. Feck.
So, nearly an hour later I've rescued mushrooms, celery and carrots from the cage, and am fully awake. Stuffin is staring sleepily up at me from his sleeping box, after having spent most of my cleaning time roaming around inside my sweater, or perching like a pirate's parrot on my shoulder.
I love him so much, but I really really wish he wasn't such a Bad Egg.
He's been lying in my lap while I check the email. Very unusual for Weez, he usually only lies still for his Papa. Stuffin' is Mama's boy. However, today I have the affections of The Weez, perhaps because I took him out walking in the woods yesterday.
He also has the hiccups. Ferret hiccups are SO SO cute!
One of the nicest people I know is Cathleen McLain. I went to her birthday party this year, and people who have known her for month or decades all said the same things: "This is how you helped me out Cathy, this is how you supported me, this is what a great artist you are" Oh yes, they also said she was a crazy woman in the nicest possible kind of crazy, which is even better as far as I'm concerned. :P
Someone was very not nice to Cathy today. That offends me, especially as she took time out of a day when she was tired and busy to help me out. She's helped me out in so many ways - introducing me to the best shows in the state, paying my way for some of them as I got established living in a new place, and getting me into some very good shows at the last minute last year. She's bailed me out financially when I got into a bad space, and gave me groceries this week because I'm struggling a little in this transition time between the two jobs, and after the furlough I had to have last month in my current job.
Apart from everything else, she just makes the most gorgeous art. I love her paintings, and I swear I'll own some of her jewelry one day, just as soon as I get promoted into a better paying position at my new job.
For the moment though, the best thanks I can think of is to show you her amazing work. You should head off to her etsy shop and see what she has around. If you are in Connecticut, we'll both be at Open Studio at the Hartford ArtSpace November 14 and 15.
Especially check out her wonderful pins with the converter to change them into a pendant. They are just awesome!!!!
So if you're a pretty nice person, and ever had someone be unjustifiably horrid to you, take your revenge right now. Support the wonderful, generous, fantastic artist (and beautiful friend) - and buy some of Cathy's jewelry, or just leave a comment here telling her how great she is (she drops by this blog, she'll see it). :D
If you say something to someone - something that you feel the need to express about your feelings and what you need from them - and you know that they will probably express great hurt at both what you express and what you intend to do, who is responsible for their pain?
I don't know that there's much point to asking for labelling of non-GM food, when genetic cross contamination is such an issue now.
I know, of course there's a point. The point is in documenting what it does to people, to documenting the effects on human beings and other animals, and then holding the companies accountable.
I don't know what else to say. It's all so depressing.
I have to go back to sleep sometime soon. Need to be out of the house at nine thirty this morning, and it's four right now. I did sleep for a few hours earlier though.
Sorting photos. So close to getting the culling and sorting done. Not culling quite as ruthlessly as I was before. Mostly I am restraining myself from stopping and opening photos and editing them. That's what takes all the time.
I caved on this one:
Aaaaaanyhow, guess I should get my ass back into bed. Sigh. 'Night!