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Painting didn't happen much today - just a few touches inbetween on this one:  So, as you see, I've only added some highlights - lots of paint and texture for that - and I've added the place-holders for the eyes. Those will be shaded a bit, to tone them down. Not a lot, but at least the paint brush got a small workout. Tomorrow should be slightly more productive - my good art buddy Sheryl will be here for tea, breakfast, and some paint flinging in the studio. So Why is Lifer weirder? Here's the story for today: Today my Mom invited me over for lunch - she was expecting a lady she had recently become aquainted with, who happens to also have some sheep. She has a flock of 35, Finn Sheep and Romanov sheep. It was quite interesting to chat with her - lots of new information and a few stories, like this one: She and her husband have a farm about 45 minutes from here - complete with the 35 sheep, some goats (as surrogate moms for the orphaned lambs), a donkey, a mule, a flock of dogs and a herd of cats... She had noticed that the cats seemed to be some kind of ill - the fur on their ears was getting thinner and thinner, and eventually their ears were bald. So she was contemplating taking the cat to the vet, to find out what might cause this. Before she got to scheduling that appointment though, she happened to see the cause of the bald ears out in the sheep barn: the baby sheep had pinned down the cat, and were suckling on the cat's ears. I loved that one - too bad I don't paint cats, it WOULD make a good painting. Funny, how real life often is weirder than our imaginations... Anyway, after lunch we talked a bit about our spinning endeavors - she had just taken up spinning, so we're all newbies together. She brought along some fiber samples from her sheep - beautiful fluffy stuff, though the Romanov was quite hairy mixed in with fuzzy - kind of like a ball of dryer lint with some long dog hair mixed in...interesting stuff, though I don't know how it spins yet, since we didn't have time to sit and spin today. Afterwards we piled into my car and drove back to our house here to show her the sheep, the dog and our property. While we were chatting about the property, I mentioned how the previous owner had been a pain in the pinfeathers by taking things from the house before moving, that really should have stayed with the house (such as the weathervane, the electric fence charger, the plants in the yard, etc....). Actually, that lady took pretty much everything that wasn't expressly nailed, glued, screwed and stapled (well - except the trash of course: anything broken, yucky or rusted got to stay here, spread around the various buildings) - and even then, she seems to have owned a pretty decent prybar. So as I was telling Sylvia all this, she said "Oh, we had something very similar happen - Our former house owner took all kinds of things along, and even came back after we had moved in to take plants and flowers out of the garden - when we weren't home." So her husband finally riled up enough courage to tell the lady off - when Sylvia mentioned the name, my ears perked up: turns out, the lady they bought their farm from, was the SAME ONE WE BOUGHT OUR'S FROM!!!! Apparently she had sold them that farm to downsize to our farm, which she then sold because her husband had passed away and she had to downsize even more. Just goes to show: you never know who you'll meet when you walk out the door - - and life IS weirder than we can possibly think up ourselves....
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nice cows...
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