Saturday

DoveSoup the website lives!

I did it, took me all morning but I did it.. Wait, I think it took me all morning and most the day.
Dove Soup: Contemporary Art by Dove Cochrane
My new website for my art.  It's just a few pages at this time, but as I plug along it will grow.  I will share the process of creating art, finished works, gallery exhibitions and shows.
Come visit me!

Tuesday

New!

New, what a fabulous word. I'll be starting something New.
Turning a corner.
Going in a different direction.
Creating a New beginning.

Wait for it....
Dove

Sunday

Growing Old Graciously - Or Not

I pray I grow into a gracious old lady

In advance - I apologize for posting yet another story with more of the same crap about living with an elderly parent.

Here is the story... saga... my complaint... by bitch... my moan.

While I was getting dinner started, mom obviously heard me moving around in the kitchen. I know this because it wasn't long before she showed up to see what was going on (read: looking food laying around to eat), She asked if there was anything she could do to help. Good start...
I asked if she wanted to learn how to make pizza dough, "Would you like to help me?"

Her reply; "No"

I said, "There is no hand mixing or kneading, all we have to do is measure the
ingredients and put them into the KitchenAid, it does all the work."

Her reply: "Oh"

Can anyone tell me - Why did she ask?
Couldn't she have at least come into the kitchen and watch... look slightly
interested... measured a couple of teaspoons of salt?

Maybe her question should have been "do you need anything done that I like to
do..." or "anything I think might be fun..." how about "got any cookies you need sampled, any
chocolate cake you don't want lying around?"

I started the pizza dough while she wandered back to her easy-chair and read her book, "easy" must be very difficult because a short time later she napped while I tended the vegetable garden.

When I was coming from the garden I heard a fearful crash in the kitchen and called out, asking if she was OK... (we always are concerned fro her falling)

"Yeah" she says, "I guess I can't get into the cookie jar without being caught"

She was getting a damn cookie.... you all know she's a diabetic right?

... ugh!

Why do I let this get to me?

Thursday

A lot of blow and nary a show - tornado warning in the night

Matt was out of town last night, we (my 82 year old mother and I) spend part of our evening in the basement while tornado sirens blared.

I have never seen blinding rain like I did last night. There is a 1 acre field between my house and the neighbor's, I could not see my neighbor's huge 2-story home through the heavy rain.

Mom and I are fine, although getting her 82 year old butt out of bed, her robe and her shoes on, then down stairs was fun. Getting her down the precipitous basement stairs was even funner.

With warning alarms blaring I then had to go and collect mom's poodle, who for some reason decided the basement was not where she wanted to be... go figure. The big brave dog had enough dog-sense to get in the basement and stay there. I could hear him whimpering somewhere in the corner.

So there we sat - Two old women, two flashlights, two candles, two books
(like we are going to read while the house is torn from it's foundation) and two whinny-scaredy-cat dogs in the basement waiting for an e-ticket ride to the Land of Oz - fun was had by all.

(can you hear the sarcasm dripping from my words?)