August 5,  2002

       So i spent most of yesterday painting and reading.  The painting is not improving much, but i am picking up my reading speed again.  Despite my desire to be creatively good at something, it sure doesn't seem like that's going to happen any time soon.  Good books though.  i'm reading a few of them at the same time (bad habit of mine) and one of them is titled "The Internet Bride".  Basically it's about a young Russian woman who just happens to look like an old Canadian man's dead wife, so he wants to marry her.  She of course, is not the nice girl and plans on marrying him and killing him for his money.  Standard stuff, except that everyone conspires against each other (best friends and confidantes go completely out the window when faced with the choice of loyalty or greed) and some poor real estate schmuck wants to have an affair with her as well (or course he's cheating!)

      Hmm.  Now that i'm writing this i realize just how many characters this book has - and how hard it is to write a review.  Ah well.  Too much detail and i'd give away the whole story anyway.

      i'm back to trying to paint a vase and flowers again.  Flowers are hard.  For some bizarre reason i find it easier to do body parts.  And no matter what i do, the paint ends up glopped all over the brushes.  i am positive i'm simply not mixing right and getting overly enthusiastic with the amounts of paint i actually need.  So the quest for finding lessons continues.  And the quest for finding lead-free oil paints.  i discovered that the tube of white i recently purchased has lead in it.  No thank you very much - i was exposed to enough of that as a child living right beside the family auto body shop.  The doctors still suspect that's a source of various health problems we've all had.

      Anyway, i think i'll switch back to doing body parts.  i nearly got the chance to draw Himself this morning - He was posed perfectly in His sleep, lying on His side with the sheet just partially covering His body - but by the time i found pencil and paper (and made tea) He'd moved and covered back up completely.  i'll have to be faster next time.

      The fantasy writing is not going well.  In fact is not even making it off the ground.  my mind is too consumed with painting and other pursuits and i never did do well at trying to force myself to write.  It's kind of like the painting - i just have to contemplate things for awhile before anything concrete actually comes out of me.  And because there's a definite time limit (b'day around the corner), that limit seems to have blocked my mind entirely.

      So i've asked Himself for a repeat of what we did when He collared me.  A nice breakfast, a nice scene, a snuggle in bed.  i have hugely fond memories of that day, and something similar would be perfect.  He joked about the fact that there's no snow to shovel this time (He'd gone outside and left me blindfolded and tied to the bed for a bit), to which i replied He could go dead-head the roses.  Got a big smile from that.  He's really into growing lots of roses these days.

      It'll be nice.  Perfect in fact.  Not the "get down and raunchy leave things stuck in me and tie me to the chair blindfolded" type thing that i'd originally thought about, but perhaps that can happen another day.  Lying in bed blindfolded, with Him rubbing His chocolate coloured body parts all over me is just as yummy.  Very yummy :-)

      One more treat today - N's reaction to her scene last week:

      And of course we want her back :-)

 

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