Aarrggh!

Okay, so it goes like this:
Head out the door in confident assumption errands will only take ~1hr max.
Go to Cheap as Chips. Doesn’t have anything I’m looking for.
Go to Bunnings – buy hanging supplies, screws and dowel.
Go to newsagent – buy black card for mounting art
Go to Reject Shop – buy 4 frames – one very long and unwieldy that wont fit in my green bag.
Need milk. Local shops wont accept credit card gah, so go to ATM, lean large unwieldy frame against ATM, take out $20… walk off forgetting frame.
Buy milk, go home, unpack van.
Realise have left large, most expensive frame at shops!
Drop everything and rush back, hoping no one has collected it.
Back at shops, no sign of frame. 😦
Go back to Reject Shop to repurchase frame.
Complain to cashier about buying it again – turns out they have the other one! Issued a refund and sent home with my frame. Hurrah!
Pile back into van, van doesn’t start.
Unpack front seat to check out engine. Nothing obvious wrong. Top up oil. Scrape some build up from battery terminal. Try again – nothing.
Call RAA. Told about an hour wait.
Sit in van in deep gloom. Decide if I go buy something to eat I wont have to break for tea tonight so at least the time wont be a total waste.
Head off to find food. Buy food. Return to van. Discover I have locked keys in van.
Argh!
Eat tea. Talk myself out of buying David Bowie CD on special at newsagents, mainly because I cannot eat, drink, or immediately listen to it. Instead buy Val McDermid book. Damn.
Read, wait for RAA chap. He arrives!
Van is uncommonly difficult to break into. Stand in rain while RAA chap tries several different methods on both doors. Try not to think of milk sitting on the kitchen floor back home.
He succeeds! Show him how van fails to start. He hooks up jumper leads. Van starts. Turn off van. He takes off jumper leads. Van still starts, with enthusiasm. Can’t tell me what went wrong.
Head home!
Sheesh.

I’m going to be a Foster Mum

Hurrah! I am becoming a Foster Mum this Saturday, to a lovely little 9 month old cat named Abbie. She will have just been de-sexed, and I’ve been told she’s very timid and shy and needs some TLC before being adopted. So I’ve been out gathering supplies in readiness.

I’m very excited! I also want to buy a proper cat carrier – too many bad experiences with upset cats escaping from cardboard boxes on the way to the vet! But my budget wont stretch that far this week, and finger’s crossed, I wont need it for a little while anyway. I can’t wait to meet her and find out all about her – which spot in the house will be her favourite to nap? (please, not my art table!) What food does she like most? Does she purr a lot or a little? Does she ‘talk’? What colour is she? I don’t know how I’m going to wait until Saturday…

But, on the other hand, I have an insanely busy week I am already thinking of hiding under my desk about. Tomorrow is really the last day I’m going to have time to get my artwork organised for the Mental Health Week Exhibition. I am not ready! I have to finalise my collection, then arrange framing for it all of it, finish anything that needs a last bit of work – I am notorious for forgetting to sign and date my art – photograph everything, complete the entry form and email it all off. Pfftttt I can feel the late night approaching from here…

Goodbye Pips

 This is Pippi, my little pet rat and faithful companion.

 Today, I had to take her to the vet to be euthanized. 
She was very old and had been ill. Last night she became very distressed.

I kept hoping she would pass away peacefully. But this morning, I drove her through heavy rain, water covering the roads and hail collecting in mounds on my windscreen. Then I brought her home again, and buried her in the garden under the jacaranda sapling, facing her sister, who died a month earlier.

Rain hung in the old bird netting on the trees. 
I need to cut it all off now the trees are starting to grow again. 
It seems appropriate. 
I have a yard full of trees that need to be freed.

The house is cold and very quiet. 
I have only a fish now, who waits patiently in her tank by my front door for me to feed her. 
In the garden, I discover the first plum blossom of spring.

Starting up at TAFE again

I’ve booked back into TAFE, one subject each in Terms 3 and 4. It’s very exciting! Term 3 is Jewellery Fundamentals, and Term 4 is Small Object Making (sculpture in miniature). I have very little experience with jewellery making, but I find it fascinating. I did a short WEA introductory course last year and made this lovely pendant:

I later took the concept and used it to develop a logo for the Therapeutic Group I facilitate at the Mental Illness Fellowship. (MIFSA) The group is for people who experience dissociation or multiplicity, such as those with Dissociative Identity Disorder, hence the stained glass window effect with different parts making up a whole.

I was worried about how I’d get to the campus – I’m doing, painfully slowly, a bachelor degree in Visual Arts at the Adelaide College of the Arts, which is the Tafe arts building on Light Square. One of a number of reasons I chose it is that the campus is literally a building – which is about the size I can cope with. Less strangers, less getting lost, less adjustments. And everyone there is a strange arty person. The downside is the lack of available parking. I’m in at MIFSA on Thursdays, so last year’s option of catching in a bus from home is not at all convenient. I was trying to come up with some clever plan whereby I parked outside of the city and bussed in. Nothing was working, so late the night before hand I decided I would just have to park in a UPark this time round and try and find a more financially viable option next week. I found there was a UPark on Light Square, which is fantastic. Even better, I discovered they charge a flat rate on weekdays after 4pm! So I was able to park nearby, cheaply, out of the rain. No waiting in the wet and the dark at the bus stop! Stoked!

Walking back into the AC Arts after so long I was hit by this awesome smell – hard to identify, paints, inks, clay… the smell of art. I felt myself relax instantly and feel at home. That’s a pretty huge achievement for someone like me, when I’ve only done one class there so far. This great start was slightly marred when I realised that in my food prep that morning I’d packed lunch, dinner and snacks but forgotten something to drink. And then the vending machine ate my money and didn’t give me a drink. 😦 Without some liquid pick me up I was falling asleep during the talk part of our class, but once I got my hands on some metal I woke right up and had a great time sawing and using the drill for the first time. Something else for my wishlist… I want a jewellery drill. Then I could make all kinds of objects into beads and turn them into jewellery or sew them onto things. I’m really glad to be back there, it’s something great to look forward to every week now. Products of my first lesson? Not all that exciting yet:

See what I made at my next lesson here.