48, 56 & 61 days

September 1st

First day of Spring here in the southern hemisphere.

A typical spring day really.  A little windy, a little sunny, and a few showers of rain.

I’m not at work today.  Laid low by a bit of a virus thingy that has left me with a husky voice and a bit of a sore throat.  Actually hit me Saturday so I am on the tail end of it hopefully and after going to the doctor yesterday, I am feeling a bit brighter but not quite ready to face the real world.

So a pajama day, tucked up warm with a cuppa tea beside me.

Daytime TV is pretty sucky for content but makes bearable company while I have the house to myself.

From today I can now say my USA adventure is “next month”.

It is getting so close now.

We booked another “must do” on the weekend.  A helicopter tour over the Grand Canyon.

The exchange rate is dismal, but at least everything important is sorted.  I have spent some time investigating all the touristy things in NYC that might make the “must do” list.  So many options.  We are never going to see it all but it is going to be awesome.

So apart from obsessing about this trip and allowing a stupid virus get the better of me, what has been happening in my life?

Well my chook painting has moved to it’s new home and looks amazing against the blue wall it was hung on.

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And I have been busy working on the kookaburra FB_IMG_1440209138926

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Still a way to go.  Those leaves are driving me nuts and the fence will probably undergo a complete colour change.  That said, I am liking it.

Birds seem to be my fascination at the moment and I am thinking my next project might even be lorikeets from a photo I previously tried to paint and discarded as a complete disaster.

Holiday, art, …work is ok but going to be pretty busy with extra hours the next four weeks, life in general is good.

Father’s day and our 23rd Wedding anniversary this coming weekend. Family dinner Sunday for the first and hopefully vaguely romantic dinner for two on the Saturday for the second.

Time for another cuppa I think.  Plenty of rest and fluids was the direction from the doctor.

Bye for now

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Paying it forward

You all know by now the story of how I got started painting.

I met a guy, we became friends, he got sick of my “one day I might” procrastination and replied with “shut up and scribble”

Well he said more than that, but it was the proverbial kick up the bum I needed at that time and so I picked up that pencil and scribbled, and painted and here I am today, actually getting paid (sometimes) to produce something people love (hopefully).

And you know that one of the messages of this blog that I try to convey is that anything is possible if you give it a go.

You just have to stop talking about one day and just try.

I started with a ratty pencil and paper scrounged from the kids.  All the fancy brushes and paint came after.

Now let me take you back nearly 30 years.  Before the internet, before Facebook.

My first marriage had collapsed, my world was in turmoil and my best friend at the time took me away from the sad and angry and we spent New year with her family in a coastal country town.

We partied, and I found my laugh and realized that life would go on.

And it did.

But she moved north, life happened and despite best intentions, we lost touch for the longest time.  And it made me sad.

There was always the intention to ring, or write, but it wasn’t until Facebook, that we finally reconnected.

Her life is so busy.  5 beautiful children, all boys, keep her on the run and being so far away (the opposite end of the country), we really don’t get to talk like we once did.

But she is in my heart and my thoughts and last week I sent her a gift of flowers.
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These  flowers.

Not the first painting I have given away, but the first I have given to her.

And the text I received when it arrived left me smiling ear to ear.

She loved it, as I hoped she would.  But the icing on the cake was the interest her youngest son had for the painting.

He loved the colours and next thing he had picked up his pens and was busily creating his own work of art. Not flowers, too girly, but a “wild west cactus” in a pot, in front of a red couch. 

There was a skull and cross bones in the corner as well.

Texts flew back and forth about the type of cactus it was, there was googling.

And I felt that I had been given the perfect “payment” for my gift. My little painting had inspired someone else to create.

And while dollars are wonderful (and essential to feed my passion), and there is always a thrill in selling a painting. That little picture of a cactus is probably the best gift ever.

Maybe, just maybe I might have inspired a new artist.

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63 days to go.

 

After all these months, hubby is finally showing a proper interest, to the point of printing out a map and plotting our trip.

We have agreed that a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon is a “must do” and will decide a little closer whether we will prebook or just keep our fingers crossed it will happen on the day.

Not cheap, especially with the Aussie dollar being fairly pathetic at the moment but totally worth it.

Still swinging from excited to terrified.  3 am is the worst time for my brain to torment me with the “what if’s”

But it is going to be AMAZING.  THE BEST ADVENTURE EVER.

 

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Last bit.

 

New work in progress.  Working title “Kookie”

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Until next time.

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Sold …and sold

Both chicken paintings are now “sold”.

Hold on, I didn’t show you #2 now that it is finished.

Here you go

“Funky Chicken”

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I’m pretty happy and so is the private collector who has agreed to purchase it.

On to something new on Saturday.

In other news, it’s still fucking Winter.  It’s cold, wet, windy and horrible and I am over it.

Yes, there are hints of spring.  A few brave flowering bulbs making their way through the masses of weeds.  Some trees are optimistically sprouting blossom and new growth.

I’m not convinced though.

And of course, as soon as the weather gets better, I will be trading some long awaited Spring for Fall.

It’s getting closer.  We now have international driving permits.  Simple process.  A photo of each of us, a fee paid.  Although we still have to carry our local driver’s license when we do drive on American roads.

I am making a “must do list”

There does seem to be a lot of food “must dos”

And museums

But I want to see a squirrel as well.

We don’t have those here.

So tell me, what else should I add to the list?

Remember, we have a week in NYC, a road trip from Phoenix to Las Vegas via the Grand Canyon and then a week based in Waco Tx.

I am open to suggestions.

I think I might have settled on my “traveling clothes” (I am a girl, it’s a very long plane trip, such things are important)

I even have an “adult colouring book”  or more simply, a lovely book to colour while I enjoy those many hours on that plane.  Colouring being the newest trend and an awesome way to relax.

I do plan to sleep though.  I am lucky in that I can generally sleep when I fly.  I will have books and my ipad.  There is always the movies and food.  As long as I can get up and stretch I am sure the 20+ hours from Sydney to NYC (via LA) should pass quickly.

One should not add the traveling time up when planning such a journey.  And don’t even mention time zones and jet lag.  At least there are no lengthy waits between flights and only 2 stops from home to hotel.

It’s raining again.

At least I am in for the night.  And I think I can convince the hubby to go collect the youngest.  (who would have normally driven himself to work except he left the car lights on last night and flattened the battery).

Feet are up.  Dinner is done.

Time for The Bachelor.  A girl is allowed a guilty pleasure like that.

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If it aint broke..

Don’t fix it, or upgrade to Windows 10 from Windows 7 unless you want to spend some time untangling things.

Of course it could have just been me and my computer but it has been a weekend of password changes, moving things around and finding new programs to replace old ones that simply wont work anymore.

Always fun.

Still a good distraction from the mind fuck that was last week at work where I had stupidly volunteered to introduce our newest staff member to the quirks of the job she beat me to.

After the huge rave that boss had given her, I thought it would be, here is your desk, the loo is that way and you find the postpack there but of course nothing is ever that simple.

Despite all her amazing qualifications, and varied experience across different areas of the company, actual experience in the way a business hub works was virtually non-existent and I found myself teaching her to do things that I have been doing for years.  Yep, the superwoman, despite being a really nice person, beat me to the job with less experience and skills in actually doing the job she has been hired for.

And yes, it rankled just a little bit.

By the end of the week, I was struggling.  There was a melt down, with tears.  Not directed at her.  I like her.

Directed by my frustration at the whole system and management.

As I said, the whole situation was a complete mind fuck and left me drained.

Tomorrow however is another day and she should be fine now without my direction.

Enough about work.

You come here for the art.

FB_IMG_1437785965637  “Are you my mother”   Finished. Possibly sold.

Also possibly my best work so far if you believe what my teacher says.

I know it got a friend excited and so I am painting another chicken painting. I started class feeling a little tentative with what I had done the week before. Not loving it, but reasonably confident I could pull it together. 20150725_110435

Thankfully by the end of class, it was looking better.

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I reckon I might even have it finished by the end of next class.

The countdown of days has reached double digits now, with around 80 days left before our trip.

I have found myself some lovely walking shoes.  We have had our photos taken ready for getting an international drivers permit and my browser history is full of searches about NYC and Texas.

I haven’t looked too much at some of the tourist stuff we might encounter on our road trip to Vegas part of the holiday.

I’m leaving that challenge up to our awesome local tour guide.  I have heard she is the queen of list makers.

The weather is still atrocious.  i am starting to wonder if it will ever start to warm up.  We had needed rain this weekend at least.  The weeds in the garden are loving it.

So that’s whats been happening in my life.  It’s now Sunday night, the shoes are off and the feet are up.

Hoping you are all having an awesome weekend.

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mixed emotions

When you are hit with a disappointment, it can be hard to accept that perhaps there are better things ahead.

It can seem a little cliché.  “Everything happens for a reason”  “The universe has another plan for you”.

I didn’t get the job.

And for a few hours, I went through the gamut of emotions.

Until I reached “acceptance”

Beaten by a superwoman apparently.  Who starts with us next week.

And that’s ok.

Just over twelve months ago, I went through the tumultuous experience of the office I was located at, being closed.  It was stressful and awful and at the time, I was hoping to be relocated at an office close to home.

It didn’t happen, and I was disappointed.

But I found myself at the office I am currently working at, and I am so happy.

And the universe this week confirmed that I am where I should be, despite missing out on the full-time job, as the news came through that the other office close to my home would be closing in September.  My heart hurts for the girls who are working there and having to go through what I did last year, while I am quietly thankful that I didn’t get my desire to be placed there after all.

Been a bit of a mixed week in this house.  While Big C is still on the hunt for full-time work, he has moved from “casual” to “part-time” which at least will give him a bit more job security while he continues to apply for a “real” job.

His savings though, took a bit of a hit this week after a slight lapse in concentration resulted in his first minor car bingle.

Bit of a scrape on both cars and while his car will probably bear the scars forever, the car he hit was nicer and newer and Big C coughed up the cash for a bumper respray, taking full responsibility and making his mother proud.

Ok, enough about kids and work.

Here is the art.
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Very very close to finished.  Not touching again until class next week.   Have started another but I am not ready to show you that one yet.  (It’s a bit of a mess…)

Each day is another day closer to my grand adventure.  Hubby is finally showing interest, as I google madly and chat online to AT & T.  A customer kindly warned me today that American Airlines are very good at losing luggage (we fly with them twice) and I am now on the hunt for a good pair of walking shoes.

Under 100 days now.  I just wish the Aussie dollar would regain a little bit more value.

Such is life.  It will be amazing, regardless.

Cuppa tea time.  Hubby isn’t home to make it tonight.  He is busy with his bow and arrows.

Until next time.  Keep smiling.

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here chook chook chook

It’s bitterly cold and wintery here in little ol’ Adelaide this weekend as some Antarctic weather pattern hits the southern parts of Australia.

No snow in my yard but there actually has been a few falls in the higher areas although I am guessing my friends from the Northern hemisphere would be scoffing at the excitement it has caused in this part of the country.

Personally, I’m not impressed and can not wait for all this dreadful winter stuff to bugger off and let me have some warmth again.

Only one thing to do when it is horrible outside and you have the house to yourself.

No, not that.

Paint.

So here is the current progress shots on “Are you my mother?”

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Still not finished but I have switched from acrylics to oils and I am really very happy with it.

Had my interview for the job on Friday.  Find out tomorrow if I have got it.

Slowly getting over this sinus infection.  At least feeling more human the last couple of days despite the horrible weather.

Trip update. Rental car booked and paid for when we are in Texas. Going to be very interesting driving on the other side of the road.

Now focussing on how we will use our phones and perhaps getting a New York Pass to do the tourist thing properly.

99 days to go……

still here

Thank you

All of you.

Sunday, when I wrote the last post, I was in a dark place.  But you already know that.

Monday, I finally admitted that a huge part of the cloud was the headache I had been ignoring for the best part of three weeks.

Oh it came and went, I would pop a couple of pain pills,  use a nasal spray and just deny that it was there.

It was…inconvenient to admit that my old adversary, the sinus infection, was lurking and so I ignored and carried on.

I am in the process of competing for a new position in the office, permanent full-time work instead of the part-time I currently do.

The Boss had been away on leave, with a wonderful woman filling in, who promptly took to sorting and reorganizing things.

There have also been some administrative changes, minor but still mildly stressful.

Big C is still job hunting, MJ has exams.

We had a house guest,

Late nights, early mornings, little disappointments…the list of stresses goes on.

There have been a pile of good things too.  My exhibition came to an end, one painting sold.  The holiday draws closer and the winter solstice has come and gone and hopefully as the days get longer, they will also get warmer.

So as you can see, there are possibly a few excuses as to why I went a little crazy for a few days as this infection took hold and turned my brain into mush.

And now I am writing this from the warmth of my bed.  My doctor has prescribed some heavy-duty antibiotics, and three days of bed rest.

Ugh.

Day 2 and I am stuck watching “Sabrina the Teenage Witch”.

I am not a good patient.

But stopping and resting makes good thinking time.

And all your lovely words have brightened a miserable few days.

I have no idea in what direction this blog is going.  I am not ready to give it up yet, so if you all don’t mind intermittent posting, I will continue to bring you my art and random musings.

And my holiday adventures.

So thank you all once again.

You are all amazing

 

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