St. Luke's Labyrinth: Part 1

I've been working on a canvas labyrinth for St. Luke's Episcopal Church, and I finally got it taped off this past weekend. It's my most ambitious one yet. It's four 12 X 15 canvases that I velcroed together. I started with blue painter's tape:

I ran out of blue tape, and went to the closest store, Tractor Supply and got some more. Then I picked up a pack of masking tape, just in case, at half the price. SO glad I did!  I ended up running out of blue tape, and finished with the masking tape. It was so much easier to work with. So that will be my go-to tape from now on. 

I did an abbreviated version of the Chartres Cathedral labyrinth:

Here's the finished taping:   

But it's not round, you may be thinking. At first I was going to do it round, but the canvas is so large and it required too much math. [shaking fist] Math!  Plus, it wasted so much canvas to make it round. So I optimized the space. Here are the canvases separated and folded:

Rather bulky & heavy. I had to carry them 2 at a time. 

The next part is to paint it. Stay tuned . . . .

Doggie Monday

Well, it's not going to be the usual Photo Fest this week. I'm been a bit lax in that dept. Bingo and Reggie got to have a Dana & Roy vizzie this week. I have to ninja-maneuver Bingo & Reggie into the yard, while simultaneously keeping Dana & Roy inside. Quite the feat! Here are some pix I took after they were all safely in:

Roy stretching.  

Roy & Bingo say hullo.

Walk-by sniff. 

"Where ya goin', Bingo?" 

Look at Roy's tail wagging.  :-) Bingo's on a mission to eat their dog food! 

Sweet Dana.

*stretch*

*wag-wag*

Hullo.

Back at the homestead on another day, I went to walk the labyrinth:

Reggie says hullo.

Tail wag.

Bingo stays on the deck.

And Reggie back on the deck.

 And not to leave Tabby out of the post, here he is on Sunday afternoon, all cozy:

"Huh?"

Zzzzzzz . . . . 

After their vizzie with Dana & Roy, I awoke the next morning to a strange sound coming from Reggie. He's very quiet in the morning. Bingo will come trotting down the hall and do a squeaky noise if she wants breakfast and I'm not up soon enough. Reggie just waits in his crate until I bring his breakfast. So it was an odd sound like a combination of growling and barking. Well. You may surmise where this is going. I came out to find that he had thrown up thru the crate door--very efficiently, I might add. Nothing on his bedding. Good boy! I looked down to see perfect little bone dog food shapes. *sigh* It could've been worse! [Mum will be reading this and thinking, "Another reason not to have a dog!"] 

Speaking of Mum, she gave me a training system for my birthday from The DogFather (not to be confused with the Dog Whisperer). She gave it to me a month early because she thinks I need it now, for Reggie. She's been over to the house twice since I got him and he sits in his crate and barks. But it's because he's not used to her. He doesn't bark at chiro-sis Ruth, but he's gotten to know her. So the DogFather promises Secrets to Training the Perfect Dog. It's 2 boxes of ropes and a ball, and other accouterments including a DVD. I need to work on leash training with Reggie as well, but for now he gets his exercise ripping around the yard with Bingo, and prolly will continue to until Spring and the end of the John Morgan Seminars season.

Reggie comes when I whistle and he's in the yard. And he doesn't hover outside as much, but comes in. He still goes directly to his crate. When in the house, he won't come to me if I'm facing him, but if I turn away, he trots behind me and touches the back of my knees with his nose. His favourite place with me is in the office, so we're spending lots of time together, and will be thru the next few weeks. Bingo continues to be the best friend for him. Such a sweetie with him. So lucky to have them both.  :-) 

Doggie Monday

It is raining-raining-raining again. Not many sunny days, but it has been warm! Here are a few pix of our week.

I looked out the window to see a hawk, perched on a branch:

And then I noticed more:

Soooo . . .  NOT a hawk! Vultures.

Bingo & Reggie looking at the birds. 

Reggie says hullo.

 Meh. Let's play!

Out on the porch:

Look at Reggie molting. He's v. skittish about me touching his back, so I've not managed to give him a good brushing yet!

 Let's play!

RoRo Vizzie

Chiro-sis with Bingo on a token sunny day. See Ro behind her?

Belly rubs!

Massaging her leg. He sees me do this, so that's what he does.

My heart melts a little when I see this photo. SO SWEET.

And then he's off to climbing!

You may be wondering where Reggie is during these pictures; he's inside hiding in his crate! If we're inside, he barks--while in his crate, of course. He's OK if it's just my sister, but Ro is too noisy and running-around for him. 

Inside

His crate is still his go-to place, but look!  He's not glued to the back. He's hanging out the front!

 Bingo on her bed:

This is Reggie's other favourite place:

See him on the couch, behind his crate? I didn't get the photo fast enough, but he was leaning his head on top of the crate. Such a cutie-pie!

*yawn*

 Chiro-sis Vizzie

Tabby LOVES Ruthie.

And back outside:

Reggie saying hullo to neighbor dogs.

And hullo to me & you!

As I write this, I'm sitting in the living room. Reggie is snoozing in his crate. Bingo is on her bed next to the crate, head spilling off her bed, squished against the crate. I know if I get up to the get the camera, they will wake up and shift positions. So I'll just sit here with my cup of tea and paint a picture for you. Jazzy-brunch music is playing (instrumental CD of old standards with Fly Me to the Moon and other songs from the 40's & pre-rock 'n' roll 50's), and both dogs are snoozing, Bingo louder than Reggie. Reggie is all nestled in his blankets, leaning against the crate and his ear is sticking up. He looks like a bat-dog. Nice day to be all cozy.  :-)

Ice Storm

Here are few pix from the ice storm last week:

Oops, rule of thirds . . .