I was going to title this BFF but I couldn't get a picture of Buz and Todd together-they're so cute when they curl up together and lick each other's neck- but Buz is afraid of the camera and runs whenever I get it out while Todd won't keep his face out of the lens. I guess you can tell they're brothers. Does anyone recognize who they're named after? Route 66? Buz and Todd hit the road in a red corvette? My favorite TV show when I was twelve. I'm not sure how you knew it was a red corvette since the show was in black and white, but you knew. It was the definition of cool in 1963.
Buz (the one on the sidewalk - I had to shoot his picture from 30 feet away)is the sweet one and he loves JD. I mean loves him. He always comes running to meet him when he comes home. And I'm the one that feeds them. So the other day JD was waving something around for Todd to chase and he did that thing cats do - play play play then ball up on your hand and bite hard enough to draw blood, and Buz was watching and ran over and knocked the crap out of Todd for biting. Attack cat.
This picture has nothing to do with this post; I just needed to put something here. JD wasn't home last night so I had a bowl of cereal for dinner and spent the night blogging to my heart's content. Not here obviously. You think this is the only place I have? I've got three other blogs to keep up. Actually four now. Only two are open right now because I'm not far along enough to share the others.
This newest one - well, we leapt (yes, leapt is right, I looked it up) into the 21st century by joining Netflix a couple of months ago. Already we can't remember what we've seen. We were,like, what was that movie we saw last week? The one we liked so much? The one we gave five stars? (It was Amelie. If you haven't seen it go rent it right now. I'll wait. Be sure to watch it in French.) So we got this bright idea to start a blog of reviews of movies we've seen. Mostly for us, so we can remember what we've seen. So JD made this neat header and we've uploaded five pictures from movies. But we've only written one review because designing blogs and picking out pictures is a lot more fun than actually writing something. And music - movie blog must have movie themes playing. So I spent an absurd amount of time looking for movie themes last night. It was wonderful. I heart my computer.
You've probably noticed I have music on this blog. I tried to pick out music that wouldn't be annoying. I love it. I often leave it playing in the background. Listen, playlist is so much fun. You don't have to put it on anything, you can just create an account and listen to it there. You can have more than one list. You can have up to 95 songs on each list. You can find anything there. It's FREE. It's not illegal because you're not downloading anything. Have you looked at my music? Acker Bilk? Who else remembers Acker Bilk? Anyone? Or am I the oldest living person in the blogosphere?
As usual I've waited 'till the last minute so I am working as fast as I can to get ready for shows this fall. I've been matting and framing up a storm. Can you tell? I am knee deep in mat board right now. And now I can't find anything.
Friday and Saturday we both had a show downtown so that's one out of the way. You wouldn't believe what we have to load up to do a show, especially since there's two of us. I mean there's all these heavy display screens that have to be put together when you get there,and folding tables, and boxes and boxes of prints and paintings. When it's outside there's two tents. JD always says he feels like a carny worker; all that's missing is the tilt-a-whirl.
This show was downtown in what they call the loft district because anything that doesn't move has been turned into a loft. I love it. I would so live here if I could afford it. Preferably next to a grocery store. It's been my dream for years to live on the same block as a grocery store. What is wrong with me that I need to go to the grocery store every single day? And the grocery store that used to be two miles away burned down last week so now it's a six mile trip to the nearest store where they do not have anything whole wheat, or decent lettuce. Ever. I think they get it in pre-wilted.
I'm in a bad mood and ranting about the lettuce because I have to drive 20 miles tomorrow to the nearest real grocery store, by which I mean Walmart,and who goes to Walmart and doesn't spend 3 hours so that's most of my day, which means I get nothing done in the studio but hey, we have to eat. Wheat bread and lettuce mostly.
Until last Wednesday I hadn't been bothered by a birthday since the year I turned 35. Thirty-Five. I realized I was halfway through my thirties and I cried and cried. I'm from the generation that coined the phrase "Never trust anyone over thirty." Probably most of you don't even remember that but it seemed very profound at the time.
After that I got ok with getting older. You're only as old as you feel, 50 is the new 40, 60 is the new 50, blah blah blah. But this birthday was a milestone and it felt weird. I think of myself as middle aged and I'm not, not any more. I have grandchildren. And two great grandchildren.This picture was taken two years ago. Five generations. We didn't line up right as I should be next to my mother but I'm in the middle. In twenty years I'll be at the end of the line.