The Day in Which It felt like nothing happened...

This morning I made a list. It was a long and productive list. And I have crossed a few things off that list... but there are so many more things to do!

I made a list for Reid of the bills that have to be paid while I'm gone and when they are due by. Yes, I am definitely the financial person in the household. And I like it that way.

I read more about costume design and about the clothing of ancient Egypt. I then went surfing on the computer looking for plays that match my various time periods that we'll be discussing in class. Is it a cop-out to just have my students pick their own plays from different time periods, or should I really give them a list so that I know the plays and they know I know the plays... and we don't have the challenge of them not knowing where to go looking for such a list of time period appropriate plays (like I'm having!). I think what I'll probably end up doing is giving them both options (choose a play or I'll choose one for you) and giving them strict guidelines as to what sort of play they must choose. Ugh... planning new classes is stressful.

I gave both of the dogs Kongs and watched Glory try to (unsuccessfully) get the dog biscuits out of hers. Tater had his out in no time. He's a pro. With Glory I think we're going to have to work up to two "cookies" in the "passy." (like a pacifier for dogs)

("There has to be a way to get these out of here" says Glory)

I bottle-fed puppies twice. I only got about an ounce down multiple puppies... but that's more than they would have gotten otherwise.

(This puppy would rather suck on my finger than nurse from a bottle)

I made bread and butter pickles! I'm just refrigerating them 'cause I didn't make enough to can (and I don't have stuff to can). But I just tasted one and they're pretty good... though not as good as I remember so I must have done something wrong.

And perhaps the biggest accomplishment for me of the day... I drew my hand! For those of you who know me this is a major accomplishment.

Now, is it the best hand ever drawn? Certainly not. BUT, does it look like a hand? Yes it does! And that alone is pretty amazing. Of course drawing my hand in a semi-recognizable fashion and drawing costumes on humanely proportioned people out of my imagination are pretty far about (in other words I still have a lot more work to do) but I'm feeling hopeful. Now, in the middle of the drawing when I almost burst into tears and said out-loud, "I can't do this," I wasn't feeling quite so hopeful. But now that it is done and I don't have to draw anything again (until tomorrow) I'm feeling pretty good. In case you're wondering, I'm using a really great book called "Drawing from the Right Side of Your Brain." If you've ever wanted to move on from child-like drawings this book explains in a great detail by detail way first why we draw with symbols rather than by sight and how to get past that. It is definitely changing the way I think about drawing and particularly myself and drawing.