Sunday, October 23, 2011

Block Light Project

So I've FINALLY started on some of the creative projects I've been wanting to do. First off was my prototype of a Block Light. I love glass. And light. And color. And glitter. But mostly, I love how my mind goes crazy with ideas for something like this! I'm glad I was able to make my first one for Halloween, but the possibilities here are endless!

 I absolutely love its orange glow! But it can be done in any color (or no color - just frosted glass), with any design. The potential for holiday designs are limitless; also for gift ideas for baby, wedding, or any or no occasion.

 With lights up in the room, you can see the glass is frosted...

...and the design is quite glittery!

 Black feather boa around the sides, with green glitter ribbon underneath. Again, color combination potential is limitless.

I'm really looking forward to more of these, and other projects. My mind feels very alive! (Of course my kitchen is a disaster now! But I'll worry about that after the baseball game.)  

All in all, it's been a pretty good-for-the-mentality weekend! Cheers, all!

(By the way, I'd love to know what you think about the Block Light!)

The BIG, LOUD in the Middle of the Night

A BIG, LOUD storm woke me, just before 2 a.m., moving in really fast. The thunder and lightning were so fast and constant you couldn't even get to the count of 'one'... And then the sleet and hail started.

Zumi Cat has become storm-phobic in the past year and a half (notably since we moved into this house),  and it's really sad to see him get scared. He sleeps with me, so I knew the instant he was freaked out (the moment of the first thunder). He wanted O-U-T...out, Out, OUT! But I don't know where he thought he would go. It was so incredibly loud on our roof and windows! He didn't want the closet (his normal hideout), and when I offered to let him out of our room, he realized it was louder and scarier out there, and ran right back in. The poor thing was completely panicked!

I finally grabbed him and jumped back into bed, throwing the thick covers over us and curling myself around him. I held and petted and soothed, and the BIG, LOUD storm passed quickly. Zumi finally relaxed and seemed to feel safe under the covers with me, purring a soft, calm purr instead of trembling violently and rumbling with the panic-purr.

Poor big handsome fraidy-cat!
(Not an actual photo of Zumi)

And WHERE is Nom-Nom Kitty now??? She ran out of the bedroom when I offered to let Zumi out, and by the nightlight in the hall I saw her run on away. When Zumi ran right back in the bedroom, I went down the hall to bring her back. It was insanely loud in the rest of the house! I didn't see her right away, and at that moment the hail intensified hitting the windows and that's when I decided to just hunker down under the covers with Zumi. You know, so I could soothe and comfort him

After the storm passed, I went out of bedroom to get Nom-Nom and bring her back so she wouldn't have to sleep alone. (Crazy-cat-lady behavior, I know. Don't judge.)  But we (Zumi was on my heels every step now) can't find her ANYWHERE!  What the what, cat???  It's not a big house. And she's a chatty cat - there's a vocalization for every move she makes and every time she hears her name. She is disappeared! I am giving up the search, although I'm more than a little freaked out that I can't find her. I'm hoping that she's just hiding someplace really good, or that the Aliens which have abducted her will return her by morning.
(Not an actual photo of Aliens sucking Nom-Nom out of our house.)

I love a good storm, but Zumi's hysteria, and now the disappearance of Nom-Nom, took all the fun out of that one! I would like to just go back to sleep now...

(Does anyone else have storm-phobic cats? Thankfully none of my dogs have ever really been, but this is my second cat that is. And for that matter, has anyone else had their cat abducted by Aliens? Outer-Space Aliens, I mean; not the illegal ones that might kidnap cats for who-knows-what purpose.)


8:00 a.m. Update of Situation:
When I got up this morning and left the bedroom with all fuzzy-kids, Nom-Nom was amongst them. The Aliens not only returned her (as I knew they would because she is kind of a nutcase), but they put her back in the bedroom so she wouldn't have to spend the rest of the night alone. The Aliens are crazy-cat-ladies too!

And something woke me up this morning by pressing fingertips between my shoulder blades and gently nudging, repeatedly. Himself was sound asleep, but I woke him up anyway to make sure. Because it was a very definite sensation. So weird. 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Writing? Not Writing? Am I ? Do I ? Should I ?... Egads!

Conversational variations on a theme this evening:

Him:  I wish you'd write more about food.

Me:  Mm.

Him:  I'd like to read what you have to write about different foods, but you don't like many different things.

Me:  Mm. No.

I'm a person of very few words. Verbally, at least. Poor man.

Him:  (just staring at me, expectantly)

Me:  (sigh) Yes, it would be a bit of a waste since I don't eat "interesting" foods.

Him:  (now arching eyebrow, expectantly)

Me:  (simulate loud retching sounds)  It's hard to spell that.

At which point he succumbs too my level of communication and just rolls his eyes and resumes watching TV.

Probably not 30 minutes later:

Him:  I wish you'd hurry up and write a book.

Me:  Hu?

Him:  When are you going to write a book?

Me:  What am I supposed to write about??? Everybody has already written everything!

Him:  "Everybody has already written everything"???  Wow. Talk about a closed door.

Well, as I explained to him, as much as I like the idea of being a writer, I often do feel this way.  I'm not a real writer. What could  I  possibly have to say that would warrant a book? He didn't have an answer to this, but his manner indicated maybe he didn't share my opinion. 

I've not even written on my blog in weeks, and I'm not sure I can pinpoint the reason. Lack of time? Some days, yes. (Although there is probably time spent with TV that could be put to better use quite often.) Reluctance to be controversial?  That's pretty common lately, given our [country's] troubling times and economic instability.  (I'm a big believer in the right to one's own opinion, and I'm pretty sure I have some opinions on some subjects that wouldn't be just loved by everyone.)  Too many thoughts for content? Possibly.  Insignificance of content? Probably.

Basically, there are thousands of blogs already; many far wittier, or deeper, or smarter, or more entertaining, or more meaningful than mine. But I guess that's not really the point.  My blog was to be an exercise in expressing myself, by free will rather than assignment (which seemed moderately important since finishing school).  Also, I'm far more likely to express myself in writing than I will verbally (see examples above), so maybe I'll stop keeping things bottled up.  Oddly, I feel more capable of conversing when I do write. (And more willing to converse.)  Maybe letting words flow through my fingers makes them flow easier from my mouth, too.  Blah, blah, blah.  Who knows?  But I do feel it keeps my mind sharper, somehow. And goodness knows, I can use all the help I can give myself in THAT area! So, henceforth, I babble on...

You've been warned.

Do you think blogs should have significant/meaningful content only?