Kiwi Tales

"Art In The Yard" Spring Fling

Basking in the satisfaction of another show been and gone. I say that because the lead up is brutal and only made worse by a nasty toothache that descended upon me a few days before. As they say in the...as they say...somewhere; the show must go on, and indeed it did. I may have appeared in a vicodin haze and I am sure I was not just dreaming...we did open the gates on time, I know we did. Soooo...this is how it went down. 10:15pm the night before and the kitchen still looked trashed. 11.00 pm and I drag the vac out hoping its sounds were muffled by stucco walls...note to self. MUST ASK the neighbors! 11:50pm I pop a vicodin and stumble into bed and reset the body clock for 5:30am. The Yank is still missing in action, she has printing and laminating tasks which as usual are added to the  "Leave To The Last Moment" list. Y'all know the list...the one you swore you would alter or never make ever again. Well...The Yank and The Kiwis "Leave to The Last Moment" list seems to get bigger each year...its like a grocery list of uncompleted must dos before the big day. One could say diabolically insane and they would be correct! Still...we had other important agenda tasks on our plate that took time out of the packet and still it got done...whewwwww.

A good time seemed to be had by one and all. Money was made by the artists and the buyers went away happy. The garden looked wonderful with the flowers of spring, the new sail shades we had put up gave a nice glow to the lawn beneath and the pleasure generated by a well attended show...priceless. Signing off now to prepare for another show this coming Saturday. I can concentrate on looking at suitable stock to pack and maybe get some creating hours in before I have my "How to pull a trailer" lesson. I have to tow a trailer...oh my...what has a gal got herself into?

 

ByeBye Cabbage

It is Midnight and I'm DONE. I didn't stay up purposely to write this after midnight it is just how the cookie crumbled. We are packing to leave for 6 days in Yosemite. I believe there is a teddy bears picnic to attend. Wooohoooooo. Once on the road it will feel like the real Mc Coy. Right now I just feel weary and malnourished. Funny, I know and I certainly don't look that way but it is a true feeling that lingers on the surface next to my hunger pangs. Out of all the days Day 7 aka THE LAST DAY was the only one that left me hungry. A couple of bowls of soup. A couple of cups of brown rice and about 4 glasses of OJ. I am sure there is a method to the madness and at the very least I want to continue on the downsizing. This was indeed a good start. I think I lost about 5 or 7 pounds but of course I wanted 10 and 20 would have been brill. Alas...I may be in California but it ain't no fantasy-land.

Carnivore Heaven

Ok...I must admit I have been looking forward to this day since day one. I am not a newbie at this so I did know what was ahead in the long days till Day 5. It is not merely that I have a fondness for eating my farm friends. It really, primarily boils down to TEXTURE. Slime be gone. I want something to chew and taste, savour and comfort me. OK... that last one was reaching for it because no animal should die just to comfort ME. The point is I am not evolved enough to get all my needs met by Cabbage-head and his friends...put me on a desert island or send me back to the bush and I could do it, I would have to. For now I am enjoying some chicken, cow and probably fish over the next two days. I will also be dining on tomatoes freshly picked out of the garden...handfuls of them and lets not forget the star of the show CABBAGE duh SOUP. OK...short post this time, gotta go find the cats. I have a plan, a plan so cunning you could pin a tail on it!

Wheres a monkey when you need one?

Day 4 bestowed on me bananas to go with my cabbage soup. Who make up this #$&*? Oh..and skim milk. Being a fully fledged Kiwi, SKIM is NOT part of my vocabulary. 2% I do do- weasel piss I can't and won't. So THAT in itself could be called cheating. So sue me! I cannot drink milk by itself and never have since the age of  7. I got some sort of over reaction to it so can now only seem to consume it in coffee, ice cream or blizzard form lol. Maybe that's my problem! Maybe I ought adopt this SKIM thing and I'll never crave the wicked stuff again..hmmmmmm. That has to be a mere thought for now cause I am sooooooooo far away from turning into a leaf eater come soy nutter. But I digress. My Mothers words are constantly filling my ears right now. "Eat your veges first or you won't get desert." So I guzzle my soup, plunging it down my throat when the going gets tough, then reward myself with a frozen banana milkshake. Not 1/2 bad except I am so damn stuffed with cabbage that my tummy starts to protest and it is not as appealing as it ought be. Ce la vie- I am more than 1/2 way through. I feel like a wiener.

Day # 3

Can anyone tell me why Day 3 is all about cabbage soup and vegetables? The soup is choca with veges so what the hell? Why not cabbage soup and pavlova or cabbage soup and bacon and egg pies?  I just feel a little cheated, like the cabbage soup inventor is sitting back laughing. This feeling of mine could be due to the fact I am deprived of protein. Not one cow, chicken or rabbit has passed my lips in 3 days. I feel almost heavenly. Like an animal saviour. Rupert the ginger tiger ran away from me today.  I think he thought I was eyeing him up as a soup additive, but  wasn't.  True! Tomorrow is another day, a banana day in fact. I really am looking forward to bananas and cabbage soup. I am sure the  culinary maestros at Food Network could turn it all into a tantalizing 5 course spread...alas, butter, sugar  eggs and all the yummy stuff is currently unavailable and since drooling is not a good look, I think I will stop here. Did I mention I hadn't cheated yet? I shouldn't really, because I wanted to.  I'm sure that is a sin in someones book. Still, I am determined to see the 7 days out, its all good- RIGHT!