I wouldn’t say I enjoy it, but the challenge of getting stuff up off the floor has been interesting. I got a few more things done over the last few days.
This is not the best photo — I tried to adjust for later ones — but it shows that I got the biggest painting off the floor and Dora’s favorite spot. She really loves the bed. With it being chilly, she snuggles in the morning and makes herself a nice nest from the comforter before we go to sleep.
One of Von’s paintings — it doesn’t really go with the brown/tan in the rest of the house but seems lost on the white wall. I think it is one of the most interesting of her works. The geometry of it reminds me of Picasso, if I say so myself.
After all these years, I finally went to Walmart and found a frame for the one on the left. I later found that I could have bought the same thing from Michael’s. Oh well. It’s a yarn drawing from Ghana that a Syrian student gave me. Most of what I have to decorate with has either been given to me or entrusted to me. Like the other of Von’s paintings on the right. It’s so dark that I couldn’t get a good picture. It looks like ghosts, so I put it over my bed. My aim is to be a ghost from now on.
Pretty Caroline in the better organized room — I cleared out the boxes today.
These are the curtains I dyed. They are very pretty and the sunshine kind of glows through them.
The Murph. I dyed other covers for the couch and chair. This binkie is protecting the other covers from the dirt-bath pup. I bought it when I first got to Tucson, not realizing that it would work for this purpose. Lucky me.
More happy framing thanks to finds at Michael’s.
The Latvian Horse painting.
The two little watercolors on the right are the only thing I ever bought. The painting on the right was a gift from a Syrian student of mine who is a famous painter in his own right. (His father was as well.)
I got the window film up on the other western small window while waiting for the The Great British Baking Contest or whatever it is called. I have one more episode of True Detective to watch on the disk I have. It’s a good show — maybe a bit too self-indulgent on the philosophy side for me.
I’ve decided that there is not much point in trying to find a good restaurant here in Tucson. There’s one good pho place I found, but as far as Mexican food, not much in the way of authentic — it’s mostly for white people. Sigh. I’ll keep trying.