Glass Fusion Art

By Myself

At some point in every blogger’s writing career, they begin a post with, “I know it’s been a while since my last post.” I’d hate to let the internet down if I didn’t throw my hat into the ring so…

I know it’s been a while since my last post.

I’ve managed to snag a 5 day weekend. Today was just day 1. Typically when I take long vacations like this, I tend to spend the first day decompressing, doing nothing but sleep, eat and relax. But not today. Today I decided to give myself a schedule to follow, and one of the things on my schedule was to go to an art studio and create something in glass fusion.

I’ve been so stoked about this since I decided to do it. I told a couple people, and while they were generally excited for me, it was usually followed by, “Who are you going with?”

It didn’t bother me that people would assume I would only be able to do things if I had a partner. Generally most people are that way I think. Still it kinda makes me wonder: what’s so wrong about doing something by yourself?

I’m not sure why anyone would think that time by yourself isn’t quality time. You’re still doing something fun, it just happens to be on your own. I’ve done those social painting classes before and it was fun, but I think I was more interested in being social than really creating a piece of artwork. In this case, I was wanting to learn a new medium, so yeah I preferred to not be distracted. And well, look at what I got out of it.

Glass fusion plate

Patience

Izzie and Craig have developed this bedtime ritual. Basically when it’s time for bed, Izzie goes into her crate and he brings her a treat and tucks her in.

But this time, Craig and I were both still on our computers, no where near ready for bed. She decided she was ready anyway and decided to wait patiently for Craig to tuck her in. 

Not Your Typical Curves

My entire life, I’ve always been heavier than what was considered “healthy.” Only within the last few years have I been really getting into the health and fitness routine.

Pilates, yoga, running… I’ve done it all. Right now I’m doing cardio and high intensity circuit training. I can’t say I’m 100% into it because it requires me going to the gym and being accountable to my personal trainer, but oddly enough the results are beginning to show.

Last week after I took my morning shower, I was looking at myself in the mirror and I noticed something different about my upper body. I had unfamiliar curves in areas where I never had them before, like on the tops of my shoulders where they meet the base of my neck.

And they’re not the soft, pillowy curves that my body tends to have, but more like angular, sloping curves. The kinds of curves that muscles make.

My legs, my thighs, and my forearms all had similar sloping planes. And although I still have a lot of fat to shed, beneath them I can feel and sometimes see muscles forming.

By no means am I sporting six-pack abs, but it’s nice to not only feel results, but to see them take shape. It reminds me that despite all the times that I’ve cancelled or wanted to cancel my training appointments, or those times when I wanted to puke my guts out after a particularly gruesome workout, there is a reward in the end. 

How Much Does She Understand?

It was with a heavy heart that we had to say goodbye to our furbaby Patches Friday morning.

Patches was Craig’s 16 year old short-haired calico cat. She was a fussy, difficult-to-love feline who, out of everyone on this planet, had allowed Craig into her inner circle. And he knew that, which made it that much harder to let her go.

Izzie, who has been an only-furbaby her entire life, didn’t really know how to deal with this new species when we moved in. She’s had other dog friends before, but she’s never encountered the feline type.But I was worried about how do i make my dog stop barking at night if he came face to face with the cat.

Initially Patches was mean to her, stalking her, hiding around corners and jumping out at when she would come trotting down the hallway. Izzie did not like this one bit. A couple times Patches walked a little too close to Izzie’s food and water, and Izzie would lunge at her like a little white terror and knock her to the side.

As time passed though, Izzie became aware that Patches was no threat and that we were all going to have to live in harmony under one roof. She even allowed Patches to drink out of her water bowl on a regular basis, something that Izzie had previously disliked.

We had to leave them at Cat boarding Melbourne Northern Suburbs while we got back from our trip, they maintain a healthy pet boarding community, are amazing! During the last few weeks of Patches’ life, Izzie tried really hard to be her friend. On days when I was out in the backyard potting plants, I would leave the backdoor open and both of them would come wander around. Patches would sniff and explore, and Izzie would follow. When Izzie got too close, Patches would turn around and warn her with a hiss. Ego bruised, Izzie would lower her head, ears down, and walk away. Why we decided to use pet CBD? CBD for dogs and cats care products come in many of the same forms you’re probably used to seeing for humans, including edibles (think: chewable treats and capsules, you will find them on LA weekly), oils that can be added to food or placed under the tongue and topical creams or balms that are rubbed directly on the skin. Like the CBD products meant for humans, each of these CBD pet care product types appears to have a different effect on the body in dogs.

That same morning, Patches mustered up enough energy to run circles around the yard before leaping into one of the trees in hopes of getting close to some of the birds. Izzie took this as a sign that maybe, just maybe, Patches finally wanted to play chase with her. So she ran to the tree, her ears perked up like antennas, her little nub-of-a-tail wagging excitedly.

But Patches didn’t like Izzie’s close proximity and instead, hissed, growled and dashed into the house, leaving Izzie behind staring at the doorway in confusion.

Literature is filled with stories in which authors personify animals and they describe their grief in such a profound way, we can’t help but apply that to our own pets as well. Charlotte’s WebThe Art of Racing in the Rain, etc. We want to believe that death has a deeply moving affect on them as well because it has a deeply moving affect on us as humans.

I wonder if it does in Izzie’s case. She was only around Patches for a few months. She never got to develop a deep and lasting bond with her like Craig did. But I will say this: since Friday morning, Izzie has been a little more subdued. When we came home from the vet that day, she jumped out of her chair and she walked up to us to greet us excitedly. But then her demeanor changed. I think she sensed something different in the air around us, and perhaps the lack of Patches’ cat carrier as we walked through the front door. So she gingerly treaded around us the rest of the day.

She doesn’t follow me around as much. She stays in neutral territory between me and Craig. And yesterday afternoon, I was curled up in bed with her, whispering to her about Patches, “Where’s Patches?” I asked. “Do you know where she is?” She tilted her head in that canine-questioning way, and she looked down at the floor where Patches would usually be. I then quietly explained to Izzie we had to say goodbye to her and we’re sorry we didn’t let her see her when we left.

Perhaps it’s a lot to ask that our pets acknowledge death and loss in our world. But if our pets are aware when others come into our lives, wouldn’t they be aware when they leave?

When You Realize You No Longer Live Alone

One night, Craig and I sat down to a pleasant dinner at the dinner table. We were having some casual conversation about our days and enjoying each other’s company.

At one point I took a long gulp of my iced tea and realized I didn’t have a napkin, so I did something so shockingly unconscious: I wiped my mouth on my T-shirt.

Now before you gasp in horror, I’m wearing an old shirt that I hate to admit actually belonged to an ex-boyfriend and again, before you gasp a second time in horror, I only wear it because it’s comfortable, NOT for sentimental reasons.

Back to the story.

Craig sees the criminal act that just occurred before him and even looked down at the table, perhaps in shame, before saying, “Did I just see what I think I saw?” he asked. “Did you just wipe your mouth on your shirt?”

For a second, I was speechless. Not really out of embarrassment, but out of sheer hilarity that I would forget I wasn’t by myself anymore and that I would allow him to witness such uncivilized behavior. I burst out laughing. “I didn’t even realize I did that,” I said. “I guess I can’t really do that now that I’m not living alone anymore.”

He stood up from the dinner table, walked over to the counter and got a napkin for me. “I saw you… and I thought, ‘Wait a second… is she…? Is this really happening? Is she actually wiping her mouth on her shirt?'”

I was laughing so hard while he continued with his monologue. “I mean, you might as well pee with the door open.”

I stopped. “Wait a second, you do that!”

“Yeah, but I do that when I think you’re asleep and the fan hides the sound,” he said.

So maybe it was partial embarrassment, but it made us both laugh. “Honey,” I said. “We’re living together now. You’re going to see some very… disturbing things from time to time, and I’m sorry, but that’s just me. That’s who I am.”

He smiled at me from across the table. “I know,” he said. “I find it utterly adorable and simultaneously disgusting, but I love it.”

There it was. Proof that he loves me, flaws and all.