The Grandson moved in with us a little over a week ago. Trouble with mom, apparently. I've been expecting this ever since he graduated from high school and turned 18. He's a good kid. I'm glad he turned to us. He's welcome here.
Son #2 and his family went to Texas over the weekend so that Granddaughter #3 could participate in a gymnastics competition, leaving Roscoe and Duffy (the cat) home alone. Because I referred to Roscoe as an asshole the last time we were asked to tend to him, they did not ask us to see after him this time, but when I saw the other grandparents tending to the animals, I volunteered us for the job since we live just across the road. Roscoe was not so much of an asshole this time - we didn't have much trouble getting him to go back inside after his potty breaks - but he did shut himself and Duffy in the laundry room between visits. We do not know why they were both in the laundry room at the same time, but we know Roscoe was responsible for the door being shut; the room is not very big, and he's got a huge turning radius. When The Husband went over to check on them, he found them in the laundry room. There were washing powders all over the floor, and Duffy was on a high shelf above the machines. I figure he's responsible for spilling the washing powders. Nothing was amiss when I went over at 7 this morning to let Roscoe out. Duffy shot out the door when I held it open for Roscoe. Duffy has all of his claws (he needs them in a house with four dogs) and I worried that he'd shoot up a tree and not come down. Roscoe wouldn't let him off the porch, though, so I didn't have much trouble catching him and tossing his fat butt back in the house. While Roscoe did his business, I filled their water and food bowls, and when Roscoe came in and went to his food bowl, I escaped. He was raising cain about it when I left. The kids will be home today, so our job is about done.
I am still playing with wire, resin, and clay, intending to make jewelry with it. I've wasted a lot of materials trying to learn the skills. About 10% of what I produce comes out mostly right. And I don't even know what I'll do with it all, except give it away.
But, hey . . . it keeps me off the streets. ;)
Tiny blooms are beginning to appear around the yard. Yesterday, I picked henbit and forsythia and some tiny white blooms I can't name. I want to dry some to put inside resin. I'm drying them in silica powder. This powder had a 2-minute microwave option, and I tried it, but the tiniest things turned to dust, and the forsythia came out ochre instead of yellow. Ther's another round of the same flowers buried in silica powder in an airtight container. This method is supposed to take several days to work. Since the blossoms I used are so small, I will check them tomorrow.
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