Yay America!!

Another bald head.  Idk if this is even a man or a woman.  In any case, (s)he's feeding the bear.  Topless.  Shirtless?

He might be a girl.

The bear waits patiently with a little smirk and pink pads.  He must be a girl?

I hear a bear will eat just about anything.

And speaking of feeding the beast, this guy made an appearance into the outside world yesterday.  He was promptly fed some Fancy Feast.  It took mere nanoseconds for him/her to figure it out.

Afterwards, he had a nice refreshing beverage with the siblings.  There are 3, each one cuter than the next, and they are FREE people!! I will charge you ZERO dollars for them.

Spare me the lecture on spaying and neutering your pets.  This "FurMomi"(as in "I'm the REAL mommy and she's the Fur Mommy), this FurMomi is way to smart now to get in the trap.  She's been in it and isn't going back.  And she is not tame, as in, she will bite you if you try to pick her up.

Now you're all thinking the same thing, which is 'why didn't I take her to the vet when I caught her'???  Well, cats don't wear watches or look at calendars.  She got caught on a Friday evening.  Nobody was spaying and neutering that weekend.  So I couldn't just keep her in a trap until Monday morning.  So I let her out, never to return inside that thing.

Even though she's wild, I have a soft spot for her.  I've always left kibbles in the barn for her, and she seems appreciative.  My husband calls her a slut, but I told him that all her husbands have been overseas in the war.  War Heroes, all of them.

The one on the left, the little gray guy, that's Willie Boot's prote'ge'/long lost little brother-cousin.

If you have any ideas on how to entrap this FurMomi on a weekday between 9 am and 4 pm, by all means leave me a comment.  I believe it will need to involve erasing her brain of the memory of being in the trap.  I'm open to suggestions... this madness needs to stop.


This lives with my jewels.  I love it because its chunky and well-made.  Its got some heft to it.  The whole family took turns wearing it all weekend long.  Yay America!!

George Sings In Olivia's Ear.

This is the first version.


details...

Second version.

details...

oops, this detail is from the first version.

and back to the second...

The early stages...

The paint cracked.  I kind of liked it.

So here you go.  Two versions, George Sings In Olivia's Ear.  Which one??

SummmmmerTimetimetime...

Yay!  Let's hear it for summer!  Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray!! I celebrated early by painting green green trees.



These.  All on the clearance rack.  I feel like I struck gold.  I got one of each colour, and two of a few.

Details of the Masterpiece I was able to produce using these fine clearance items:

Ok, so its not a Masterpiece.  But I had fun painting it.  And somebody somewhere will like it.  Until then, its living thumbtacked to my wall.

Summer Solstice Pink Sky.

This morning's watercolour.

 I got more of those clearance VanGogh tube Watercolours at the HobbyLobby.  Today I couldn't resist the #327 Madder Lake Light.  That, along with a little Olive Green #620 with some #270 Azo Yellow Deep and I got happy.

I didn't spend any time on this, I just played with my new toys.

Random Q:
Do Christmas Cactus always bloom in the summertime in addition to Christmas time?  Or is this one just confused?  Happily confused.

I have been drinking my kefir out of this mug everyday and it is making me so happy.  What's not to love?

Here's some more luscious VanGogh colours in that crazy Anthro journal that won't open right and cost a fortune.  I don't care, I still love it.
Happy Summer Solstice everybody!  xoxo

Bonnaroo At Home.

I did this watercolour at 6 a.m. while listening to Bonnaroo Live on the RedBull channel.  I watched Leon Bridges and then I watched it again later on because it was just that good.  I even turned Grandma onto it and she loved it.  Grandma loved it!  JAH turned me on to this channel.  Her quote, "I love Bonnaroo At Home, it reminds me of the Phish Couch Tour".

I, too, am a fan.  Bonnaroo At Home.  Waaaay more convenient than going there. And camping.  I have been living Bonnaroo all weekend long through my teens. They took off and went there and my house is so quiet. So sooo quiet.  All I can hear are the Cicadas, and even that's dwindling.

Every so often I get a SnapChat update.  They're positively fascinating, these SnapChats-from-teens.  The GlitterBeard my son was sporting was a super-special SnapChat which I shall always treasure, at least until it disappears in 10 seconds.  First thing this morning I watched Dead&Co SnapChats and they sounded INcredible!  I am very very happy that they went so I didn't have to.

All weekend long I did things like listen to the quiet, and I cleaned up their secret hidden messes, and I shopped at the HobbyLobby- all one word in my world.  I found these, Van Gogh tube watercolours in the clearance section.  Yay!  They're what I used to paint this masterpiece.  I don't know that they made me paint any better, but they are quite nice.

Now mind you, this "weekend" has lasted since last Tuesday morning at 6 a.m. (well it was 7:20 when they finally pulled out of the driveway).  What I'm saying is, its been a long  long weekend here for us adults.  I am so ready for all one hundred of my teens to come home.

Giant Cicadas Lurking.

Giant.

Some of them are a lot bigger than the others.

Lurking in the garden.

Trying to blend in.

His wings are a little lopsided today.

This huge one should be shedding his skin any second now.

This one is living on my RedNeck Fridge.

I almost didn't see this one, he's hiding in hostas.

I am embarrassed to show this photo but there was one in my washing machine after the campers returned home and did one hundred loads of soggy wet laundry. I think he is a goner.

NMF Cicadaville.

Nelsonville Music Festival.  Our little Coachella.  Practice site for Bonaroo. This is such a sweet scene.

This year the Cicadas were everywhere, enjoying the music.  This one was in my teen's tent-under-a-pop-up.  I think he's been living with them for the entire weekend.

photo by Lucy Williams

Cicada technicians.

photo by Lucy Williams

These golden Cicada shells adorned a hat.  I don't know if he found the rare, gold shells (which are worth thousands), or if he spritzed them with some krylon.

This was one of the fancy variety.

No, I did not pull wings off of Cicadas.  They left them for me all by their own free will.  I looked down at the floor of a shelter house and they were everywhere, little iridescent wings.  I saved them for Fairies to borrow.

I have to admit, I didn't like touching them so I paid the little children to gather them up.  Didn't phase them a bit.

This path leads to Festival Cicadaville.  There's some hardy campers back there.