GLASSWORKS GOES HOME

The exhibit is over. There are still some glass pieces at the Gallery but the big stuff left. It was great fun, some work, some frustrations and certainly successful. I loved being part of it, and I loved feeling that I was involved in something that not only benefitted the Gallery, but the Marble City Glassworks and even brought people to town who had not been here before.
I learned a lot about using frozen Hors d'oeuvres in a place with no oven. (Never re-heat them in the microwave: they turn to greasy mush. Mmmm yum.)

The treasure hunt was kind of a bust--only 5 people-- but someone did win it and then stayed to chat and buy and that was nice.

Chris (in the red shirt) and Matt (the other guy) discuss hanging the  bar to hold the pendulum lights.

Matt hooks wires to pipes above the false ceiling to hold the light bar. You couldn't get me up there on that ladder for any amount of money. Well, ok maybe for a very large amount... but you get the idea. This is what the Gallery looked like at the beginning of set-up.

And here is that section with the light bar up and the ornaments and one of Matt's "Bursts" in the foreground. Meanwhile, over in the windows, Chris was setting up his birds:

And finally it was all together, and it was 4pm and time to open the doors, and it was lovely.

Now the company has gone back to Knoxville and we take up our usual lives again. If it warms up just a little I can get the front garden cleaned out and the ornamental grass cut down: maybe I can find the energy to clean out the garden garden and repair or even replace the fencing with something more attractive and dog-proof than what I have. The garden is so pretty when it really comes in...my lilies are up in front and on the south side. I am so pleased that I planted them last year: it is a huge improvement over the junk that had taken over that spot.

Anyway happy spring. And if you need any glass, check out
http://www.marblecityglassworks.com/

They do custom orders, too.

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WHOOPS

I was doing a blog about the glass exhibit but there will be a delay while Google gets it's act together and my photos show up on the page, too.

DAY ZEEEERO

I have been prattling on about the Glass exhibit for my son and Matt, his partner. They are finally here, not here here, but in town. I put them up at hotel since trying to find sleeping quarters in a house with three Bassets and a Belgian is always a problem, the upstairs not....shall we say, suitable.
The Village followed through and put an ad for the exhibit and the "treasure hunt" on this huge LED sign at the edge of the Village. That is, actually, their glass in the photo. So that was very nice, and then yesterday to my shock

there was a page and a half spread in the local paper about the exhibit.

Chris and Matt got here about 9 last night and at 10:57 (I looked at the clock because I had called the hotel to tell them the guys would be late checking in)  they had unloaded literally tons of glass. I usually crate the dogs about 9 or 9:30 and am pretty much ready to at least crawl into bed and read by 10 or 10:30, altho the longer it stays light outside the later I stay up. In the summer I stay up, in other words, later than in the winter. But I am here to tell you, I am dead on my feet today. I have had two cups of coffee and I have to be desperate to drink coffee in that way.

Anyway of course they were at the house last night, Nigel was terrified and hid, Llewis was not sure because Nigel was afraid, Conley was all over both of them and Cooper never shut up barking, I could have beaned him one.
Then this morning at 5 I got up and began heating the goodies. Cooper hates the oven because experience dictates that often the smoke alarms go off and he is even more traumatized by the smoke alarms than he was by have one leg amputated. I wouldn't let him out because it was too early and cold to have him outside for hours, refusing to come back in the house, so to his dismay I crated him. When I was done I let him outside and 45 minutes later lured him within grabbing distance with a mini pig-in-a-blanket (which I think he threw up later).

Now all is quiet while we wait for the gentlemen to awaken and decide to get moving.
But the dogs know something is going on.

                                      Cooper not so much.

CLEANING DAY

My son and his business partner Matt, and possibly Matt's daughter are coming tomorrow, late, for the Glass Art Exhibit that I have been begging people to attend.
That means I have to clean.
I only clean under extreme duress. Unlike my Mother, I am good at cleaning anything except dog harnesses, saddles and bridles. Crates, crate pads, food bowls....not ours-- the dog's.
Laundry gets done when there is nothing left to wear that even faintly appears to be clean, or we have somewhere we have to go that requires a modicum of middle-classism.
I have no shoes that are not sneakers.
At least none that fit.

Ok so now I have to clean. I have cleaned the kitchen counters with bleach, thrown out a buncha things that we were "saving" and was horrified at the bits and pieces of junk I found hidden beneath the toaster, behind the crockpot, under the knife block. I felt as if I should perhaps give thanks to Mother Nature for not blessing me with bugs. I have vowed to keep the counters cleaner.
Then I scoured the sink. And I mean scoured. My God, they're stainless steel! I thought they were some kind of mossy metal I had not encountered before.
I have not done the stove yet, but I will-- that is something I do, believe it or not, fairly regularly. I have to wipe the mud off the fridge, as well. And off the washing machine, dryer, and cabinet that grace the side entrance to the house.
So that you may understand, I will provide photos of my backyard at the moment:

The result of this is that the dogs dash through the water on their way to the house, where they jump on the back door:

This is the back door. There are four dogs that do this. The hope of trapping each one as he comes in and clean feet, bellies, ears and sometimes heads is not high. They come in and shake. Hence the need to continually clean the dryer, the washing machine, the big freezer und so weiter.
In case you are having trouble grasping the depth of this problem, this is what our muck boots look like :

So I am cleaning, hoping that my son and his business partner are perhaps unobservant (Unlikely for an artist) or SOMETHING that causes them to overlook whatever I miss, and there will be quite a bit.
And of course, the one day I would welcome phone calls, emails, meetings,
even cooking---there are no interruptions. DRAT!!!

SUNLIGHT!!!!!!!

There is sunlight! Natural sunlight, from the sun. At first I thought I surely must be wrong after days of grey, solid lead grey everything: sky, land, thoughts...
But no: it is really true. The sun is out. The birds are everywhere. But it is not spring yet even though the Sandhills have gone over, the geese before them (the Sandhills are not finished, I don't think) and the robins are back. I know it is spring when the Juncos leave.
As much as I enjoy the Juncos and their attitudes, I am always relieved to notice the lack of them. It means it is truly spring.

The yard is undergoing some involuntary changes.  There are tarps covering piles of leftover wood everywhere. The dogs, playing mountain goat, climb on these.

This morning there was a thin sheen of frost on the deck, enough to slip on without seeing it, which I did, clutching my camera. Cooper leaped easily onto the picnic table-- his favored spot, then was smart enough to see that with three legs he was going to have trouble getting down. I lifted him off the table.

The Bassets immediately began exploring the tarps and the places they had not been yesterday.
Conley gave me a lesson in humility:

These are pictures of what I wish Conley would look like in the show ring. Head up, tail up, animated, assertive.....

This is closer to what I get. What a little skunk he is.
And the sun is out which means Llewis will spend the whole day outside, following the sun. He loves to sunbathe.

The birds were out too: A woodpecker.

And a raucous Blue Jay.

And of course the Supervisor, watching it all:

                                             Happy Spring.

HELPING MOM COPE

 I was very shaken by the news of the death of Elder Clara, and while I was talking to Debbie on the phone that night I,  of course, began to cry. The dogs had been sound asleep, but gradually the sound of my distress began to filter through the Basset and Belgian dreams.

Cooper was the first (as usual) to determine that Mom was in need of comfort and cuddles, and as fast as he could, came out and buried his face in my lap, climbed up to lick my face-- it always makes him crazy when I am upset--and keep in mind I am still on the phone at this point, with Cooper bumping my arms and trying sit on my lap, wagging furiously: "It's ok it's ok whatever it is it's OK: I'm here, Mom, I'm right here. Stop now. Whatever it is I'll take care of it.  We're ok we're together." His efforts, always slightly frantic, make me laugh...

Three feet away on the bed, Conley is watching this. Hey wait! That's MY job. And he is off the bed and pushing Cooper out of the way to grab at my arms, climb up to reach my face to lick, bouncing up and down on his back feet. He nearly jerks the phone out of my hand: I am still trying to talk to Debbie...
"mom!Mom! I'm here!! See I'm here! What's wrong? We're not out of biscuits are we? It'll be fine. I'm here!"

And it makes me laugh until.....

I hear the first ominous, low, very agitated growl emanating from an insulted Belgian.

Now I am sitting in chair in a little cubbyhole, between the printer (which doesn't work) and the computer and the dog crates. I have nowhere to go, I am trying to talk to a fairly hysterical friend who is driving a car and nearly blind with tears, and I have two dogs facing off virtually on my lap. Cooper, easily offended by the Bassets, is growing angrier. Conley, who knows perfectly well what he is doing, continues to push Cooper back and I now see his hackles are up. Sweet Little Conley is not going to be second dog.

As I continue trying to talk, Conley turns and says something very gutteral and probably gutterish to Cooper, whose growls have now escalated to a dull roar. Pushing Conley off me, I inadvertantly push him directly into Cooper, who assumes this is the beginning of the attack and responds in kind: Conley, never one to back away, launches. This brings Nigel and Llewis charging out to take the side of whoever is winning......and I am clutching the phone and kicking out at the snarling pack. Conley is now on his back with Cooper chewing on him (they have so far never drawn blood) when the Cavalry arrives in the form of Husband, who wades in and separate the combatants using feet and a spray bottle. Conley is hustled into his crate: Cooper banished to the other room. Nigel and Llewis sigh and go back to sleep.

Debbie has by now gotten home safely and we hang up.

Who would have thought helping Mom would cause such chaos?
Only another dog person....

               I'm coming to help, and you better not get in my way....

                              No! I"LL help. Get out of my way!!!

                            Do I detect a disturbance in the Force?