Doug’s nose is turning black again. Light-coloured dogs like him, I learned, can get “winter nose” — their nose turns pink. (It’s harmless; must just be a melanin thing.)
P.S. I’ve been drawing a lot. At first I wasn’t posting that material here because it was too raw and unresolved. Now it’s a matter of bulk scanning.
I wanted to draw something today other than diary comix, so I went back to a dream I had a few years ago:
In the dream, the castaways from Gilligan’s Island never got off the island (I guess the movies didn’t count), so eventually they had to face watching each other die off one by one.
Sweet dreams, eh?
I won’t report on what’s happening at the hospital with Dad right now because the situation is so changing, uncertain, and — yeah, it’s stuff to live personally right now, not blog content.
Craig and I did, however, have something to celebrate on Sunday:
We also bought him a frosted dog cookie, which he licked and pawed but wouldn’t eat in the car. He waited till he got it home, ran out into the back yard, and buried it in the dirt. Yum!
The top part is yesterday, the bake-y bit today.
I’ve gotta say, I really love this group of people. We have such a laugh every week, but it’s like artist therapy, too!
Afterward, I met Craig, who was out for a drink with a new friend! Of his own!
In the ambulance the other day, the driver/paramedic and I chatted as we drove to the Prince Edward Home. He said he hated it here at first and wanted out — it was so isolating, being a Person From Away, but now he loves it here. So this is a common thing.
When you try a hearing test app just for fun…
P.S. Those markers are still way too dark. Can’t fix ‘em. Bad purchases are heartbreaking. The only thing that makes them better is finding someone to give the thing(s) to who’ll be able to use them.
EDIT (21 April): I went on a trek through the snow yesterday to search for markers, and ended up dropping a bunch of money. All the markers’ colours in the shops were too saturated, so I ended up buying brush-pens, only to get those home and discover the colours were way too dark, like magic-markers. So I opened them up, diluting the colours a lot, mixing some of them, and I think I’m happy with them now. But the washes are so crazy and uncontrolled. I dunno.
And I appreciate that playing with art supplies does not equal creating art. But I’m just so fussy — if my tools feel right, I want to create more. If they get in the way… I don’t.
When Craig got home from work (he’s been getting hospital shifts here and there), he pulled me away to go out for dinner. A date night was just what we needed, and we had a great meal at the Buddhist restaurant in town.
