Whatta day! Most of the art is off of the living/dining room walls with the exception of a few pieces that I will need Jeff to take down for me.
Why do we have SO much art I ask myself whenever I am about to paint. Well, I guess that would be because I can't imagine our lives without art. We collect art, we've inherited art, plus Jeff is an accomplished artist and a published cartoonist-- over the years it just keeps multiplying. It's time again to rotate our collection. The current art in the bedroom will be brought out to the dining room which will be my writing nook. The living room art will be moving into the master bedroom and den. The kitchen and den's artwork will be brought out to the new dining/sitting aka living room. Pieces will be brought in from storage. And, so on...
I'm wiped out. Taking a break to blog while I sip hot cocoa (splash of Baileys) with a chocolate/peppermin candy dipped marshmellow. Which brings to mind that Emma and Zach each have a new goldfish. Emma's is white and is named Marsha Mellow while Zach (still in his Gremlin phase) is called Gismo Gas.
Speaking of pets... have I mentioned to you that we have two brilliant cats? Jeff refers to them as evil genius' and at this point, today... I would have to agree. Misha, all 7 lbs of her is the most brilliant. And, is part of the reason why I am so exhausted today. Our master bedroom door handle is an elegantly curved (sideways) "S". Misha will run from the living room, hook her front leg, doesn't matter which one around the door handle after jumping in the air and has discovered that her body weight will open the door. The problem with this? She isn't allowed in the master bedroom. She doesn't like this and has taken this into her own paws. I even have place a tall bistro chair in front of the handle to no avail. That it, until this evening, when Jeff is going to exhange the master bedroom door handle to the round door handle that opens the video closet door-- she is free to open that door to her heart's content, she won't. So she is going to be one moody girl for the next couple of days before she turns her attention elsewhere.
My other brilliant cat would be Waldorf aka hitch hiker. He has learned to drink from a straw. How and why I don't know. But, he will jump up to the table (which he isn't allowed on) when he sees my tall glass filled with ice and 7-Up and wrap his little kitten mouth around the straw faster than a speeding bullet. Also, faster than a speeding bullet is the time it takes to know over this tall clear plastic cup. Hitch hiker hasn't figured out he doesn't have thumbs to hold the glass or the paper towels needed to wipe up the spill.
Oh, and then... there is one more brilliant cat-- Flower, a beautiful long-haired calico, who is part of the outdoor gang. She spends her days up on the roof. Why? I have no idea. Whenever Jeff is pruning the oaktree, et al, she will climb down onto the ladder from the roof to the patio terrace below. Other times, she'll take the long way, oak branch to oak tree to ground
Sitting in the den while I sip the hot cocoa, I think it's time for a brief afternoon nap. I am surrounded by artwork that I have propped against the credenza, closet door and book cases. The den is art littered and somewhat crowded at the moment. Time to read, stretch out and nap. All in all, not a bad way to spend a day...
