You may or may not be familiar with our front yard pet. Walter. Yeah, he's a little unusual. He's just under 8 feet tall and he's made of solid concrete. That makes him a little over 6000 lbs. Walter came to us last year as payment for a couple of paintings I did. It took me a little while to warm up to him, but 9 months later I can absolutely say that both Dan and I (and even Crash) have not only grown quite fond of him - but rather protective of our stone baby as people passing by often have rude words. Quite honestly - I like this concrete thing. And Dan, EVEN DAN, has taken to defending Walter's honour and JUST YESTERDAY setting him up with his own solar powered spotlight (I'm sorry Walter, Dan didn't buy my petition for a Broadway style flashing light board with a large arrow). We ALSO just hauled him some 700lbs of big rocks to keep him company...
And then this happens...
I know! I was sad, too. I felt a bit like Paris Hilton's Mom this morning on my walk - everyone asking me WHERE IS THE WOLF? WHY DID YOU GET RID OF THE WOLF? WHO STOLE YOUR WOLF?
This startled me on two fronts - number one WHO DO YOU IMAGINE COULD STEAL SOMETHING LIKE THAT? The Green Giant? Maybe Shaquille O'Neal? And number two: there are a LOT of people that know where I live! (See, the Paris Hilton's Mom thing again!).
The TRUTH is: Walter has gone to be part of a display at the Forks for the summer with several of his wolf buddies. Gerry, the concrete expert and guy that poured the wolves needed to cast a whole bunch of new scultpures for this exhibit, but it's been raining and the concrete hasn't cured. Since I hadn't gotten around to painting Walter yet - he is being given to the exhibit and we will be getting a NEW WOLF in a month of so. No worries.
In the mean time - I am going to paint a chalk outline of a dead wolf on my front lawn just to annoy my adult neighbors. HA! AND, I'm making a sign posted at kid level saying that Walter is away with his friends in the slammer. (I'm just joking!) I meant at summer camp.
Today: I walked 3 miles with Crash. MAN OH MAN. I got a lot of offers for new walking partners! I'm game if you're game to walk out the door between 6:15am and 6:30am and do a solid 4-6 miles. I'm not kidding. If everyone shows up we would be a crowd to contend with. This morning, I'm moving stuff in the basement so I can get my paint on. Right now, I just downed a large cup of coffee and I am on track to get a heck of a lot more done today than I did yesterday.
At least, that's my goal.
THANK YOU to everyone that sent congratulations yesterday. We are excited and happy, too. That was really cool of you all - I didn't realize that getting pregnant would increase my blog traffic or I would have tried it SOONER! Kidding. (Not really.) You all made me laugh with the idea that because I'm an artist - this baby monster is going to have a cool bedroom. Ha! I think so too - if you consider sleeping in a box under my desk that cool. Kidding again! (Kind of). To everyone who figured that the pear drawings were a dead giveaway - THAT'S CRAZY TALK (although endearing). You should all have your Spidey Senses restested immediately. I happen to be quite pear shaped and I just LOVE. PEARS. SO. THERE.
Alright - have a tremendously wonderful day. It looks like a sunny, but chilly one around here and that's fine by me. I am expecting some fabulous things in the mail so it's good already.
Let's GO.
