In case anyone is wondering what's up with the pup:
In this blog I you can find out what's going on in my studio and where to see my work exhibited.
Over the last 28 hours, we have participated in a Scotland-wide educational project about life before electricity. Participants were chosen at random by the raging storm that passed through the North at tornado-speed bringing down trees and power lines all over the country.
28 hours without power. How does one cope??! The kids were baffled and amazed. No telly, no light, no heating, hot water, microwave, fridge, phone... No INTERNET!!! Can one survive like that? Is life still worth living?
Half way into the evening I found a disparate son in the darkening living room. He had wrapped himself in a blanket against the cold and was staring forlornly at the tv. When I asked what he was doing, he said he was 'resting'. Poor soul. Habits are so hard to break. It WAS his usual telly time.
Thankfully, I was exposed to a generous number of camping holidays in my youth, so I could share valuable life lessons like 'playing cards by candlelight' and 'boiling water in a saucepan' (yes, it can be done without a kettle!) and 'doing the dishes by hand'. 'Having an early night' was another one.
Still, when the juice wasn't back by 6 pm this evening, even I was getting electricity withdrawal symptoms. In my case they manifested in staring at my full washing machine and fretting over the freezer.
Panic set in when I almost ran out of battery on my mobile - the last remaining link to the outside world short of actually leaving the house and talking to the neighbours. So I used my last remaining minutes to phone a friend in Kinross. 'Can I invite myself to your house and charge my phone? Now?!' is not one of my usual conversation openers. I don't see this friend very often. I got a catch up and a hot cup of tea in the bargain. Maybe they should switch of the juice more often?
Here are three brand new etchings:
I've lost my pounce;
I'm out of bounce;
I am a ball of misery.
I'm off my feet;
I cannot eat.
Dog-sick am I for all to see.
What is this pain that has me slain?
What caused my guts to churn and gripe?
That snack I've had can't have been bad.
That dung smalt lovely, rich and ripe!
With swollen chest you crow your song:
"Come, all you ladies, come along!
Come see this vain and glorious sight!
Look at my plumage, gold and bright!
Come hear my call, my voice abides:
Come worship me, come be my brides!"
Your bugle punctuates the day.
It echoes here and there and far away.
You doodle morning, night and noon.
You even serenade the moon.
My friend if you don't stop real soon
I'll have you for my tea, you loon!
"Yee-haw!" said the mare,
"I dare you, I dare,
this gallop to share!"
"This track is exciting!
It's wide and inviting.
Let's go and stop fighting!"
Here are the first pictures of our new little houndling. Serendipity (Dip) is a unique and original once-off Deerhound-Poodle confection, also known as a "poo-hound".
Serendipity - the definition
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery.
Three examples of serendipity at work
1. Our friends' stud deerhound discovers the poodle dame is up for it. Noone is watching. Hooray!
2. We drop by our friends' house the day after they had a surprise visit from the canine stork and Nicky discovers that we urgently need another dog. A lucky day for an unplanned visit.
3. Nick knows that not only puppies can make puppy eyes and discovers that pester power in combination with charm WORKS.
And now Serendipity is 8 weeks old and has joined the Heidemann pack. Let's hope, she finds us serendipitous as well!
Little Dip and her proud Uncle Wallace