Endless Winter. The first two weeks of February, I was staying at my parents' house looking after their totally blind Rag doll cat, Zoe while they vacationed in Costa Rica. It was a vacation before a vacation as it turned out, because I did exactly no artwork there and a day after returning home we left for Sosua, Dominican Republic for a week with our friends Jay and Amanda. A trip that was amazing and feels so long ago now, because two days after returning home from that, our ceiling caved in, crashing water all over our stereo and (somehow) worse, onto Adam's beloved record collection. It's a long story full of extremely boring-to-you ups and downs, but after storing the stereo in many pounds of rice while we were out for two weeks while our apartment was being repaired, it works! 150 or so covers of albums were damaged, some rare and all that, and while the topic of renter's insurance does come up, there's not much money can replace on that front. But fuck it, it happens, it's done. And now we have renters insurance and we're ready for another leak! So how many is that, two, plus one in Dominican, plus two, five, basically six weeks away from home sounds about right. And now, April. Hello. You look like December, but worse, because you're being defiant in a way that nobody likes. You go against my code, which is to under-promise and over-deliver, so on that front December has its own advantage. December has really been seducing me these last couple years, and April has been nothing but a cruel bitch since after 2010, that glorious blip that seemingly no one remembers, when March allowed us full-bloom crocuses and open-patios, and I would know because I worked in a restaurant with a patio, praying for rain. Eventually April quietly mingled in dressed as Summer, not a cloud in the sky, much less snow. I prefer that April. Our living room fiasco bought us new pot-lit lighting and a suave barely-there grey paint colour. Adam swapped the furniture while I watched disapprovingly, then suddenly and seemingly inspired by the change I tackled the bedroom, doing pretty much the same. I did six loads of laundry in one day, folded every piece and found myself caught up on clean clothing for the first time in recent memory. Feeling confident with my new domestic capabilities, I used a coupon at Old Navy and bought myself two adult onesies, an item of clothing I saw on a mannequin that is apparently referred to as a "romper". I also somehow convinced Adam to swap me sides-of-the-bed, because I hate sleeping close to the door and he hates sleeping close to the window. Now I wake up every morning with the sun peeking in just kidding I don't because there is no sun, there hasn't been any fucking sun for months. Except for last Tuesday, that was a sunny day. What a fucking tease. But things are looking up! Is my point, I think. Anyway. Speckled in there I did finish up (and commence!) some looming projects, which I will now summarize so that I can feel all caught up and accomplished. Stop reading here if you just come for the rants about the weather. This is long, and I was going to break it up into parts, but I knew if I did that I wouldn't end up posting it, so here we go. An Artwork Update.
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