I say almost wonderful because my Temple Street family has suffered the greatest of losses with the youngest pup of our Maltese gang passing away rather suddenly last Monday. There was never a funnier, sassier, and more precious pup. Her tiny stature betrayed her gargantuan personality and words can't describe the hole left by her passing. I was with her owner when we all first met, and considered this little one to be a "God-dog" of mine. We took her to training class together, walked together, and shared countless snuggles, funny stories, and sits in the garden. The pain her mom must be feeling is really hard to contemplate. This unhappy ending comes to all dog parents, but this was too soon, too sudden, and the loss too great. Rest in peace, our little one. You brought the world so much laughter, love, and joy. May we snuggle and laugh together again someday. You very precious, very little, girl.
You just never know what each day might bring. This is an awareness that is personally underlined as I hit the big 5-0 next month. Every day forward is a day closer to the end. Optimistic, aren't I? In a way, yes. It is a very freeing mindset to realize how temporary everything really is. Everything. Pretty soon the hubub of work will be overwhelming and every day will be filled with 27 hours of things to do again, and all body parts will be screaming, the brain will be fogging, and I will be craving rest and shoes that don't hurt. But there will be laughter and great art with amazingly perceptive and creative kids, and intellectual and logistical challenges that keep the machine moving forward. I wish I could bottle leg rest for the journey ahead!
Yesterday I tried photographing some smaller artworks with limited success. Might need to take the setup outside today and use indirect light instead of interior lamps. I am determined to get my smaller works online before going back to school so that I can concentrate fully on producing another large piece. I have one started and the embellishment step is really exciting! Also, I gave the Pfaff a whirl embroidering a quickly digitized image and it worked like a charm. Dare I say after ten years the machine might actually work now? There is hope! So much to do, so little time. My usual refrain, made even more meaningful this summer. Cheerio.