Sunday afternoon was spent primarily at home wrapped up in futball mania, watching the Greece/Costa Rica game in Spanish. When you don’t have cable TV, streaming internet is the way to go, plus someone in our household is bilingual and tosses me commentaries in English. During this FIFA World Cup I’ve added to my limited Spanish vocab important words like “la pelota” and “balon”, which mean the same thing: ball. Maybe that will come in handy when I need to slip key words without causing dog pandemonium. I can walk around the house asking out loud “Have you seen the balon?” or ” Dave, did la pelota get put back on top of the fridge?”
Anyway, I was so glad to have spent several hours working on waxing the individual parts of the camas flower sculpture. Since this is my first full sized one, I’ve decided to not add color and just work on the form. Color will come with the next flower stalk. Currently, I’m thinking each stalk will be totally different, using different paper, different color applications and so forth. I’m aiming for creating 12, so there should be plenty of fun to come. The next one will be created from book pages. The sculpture is going into a library, so it seems fitting.
After my lovely morning/afternoon of footie and art, I had to pull on my big girl pants and face closing up the family home. I still had to retrieve yet another load of hazardous materials from the basement plus bring home (sob) oodles of shovels and brooms. They will eventually be dropped off at either Habitat for Humanity or Goodwill. The hazardous waste will be called in and delivered to our local garbage company. The left-over shot gun shells and ammunition were picked up by a nice police officer while we were still there. I’m glad my brother called and found out how to dispose of them safely. Our father used to hunt ducks before I was born. Needless to say the ammo has been down in the basement for 45 years if not longer. None of us wanted to touch the stuff for fear of it being dangerous. Since the shells were not leaking, it was safe according to the officer. After he left, I had to retrieve my purse from the locked house. Yes, I had already locked my keys inside the house thinking everything was done, yet forgetting I had actually left my purse inside. I was even joking with my brother about having left my car keys inside, not realizing what I had really done! Thank goodness we had left a ladder for the new owners and I proceeded to climb up the 2 back decks and check doors. One was unlocked and I was able to retrieve my stuff. Whew! Now it’s fully locked down and ready for it’s new owners and a new chapter in it’s life.