Today I started and completed a WIP (work-in-progress) for you to see and behold. Today, my weapon was acrylics, and paint brushes. I give credit to the reference photo by norjam8 (thanks a bunch!), be sure to look through his many great photos.
On to the second part of my humble post, I today learned how not to use gravity. Or testing gravity the wrong way. Take your pick, whateva. I decided to use the swing. I sat upon zee swing and I swung on zee swing. I then looked at one of our family cats, Rudy, who looked at me rather apprasingly as I enjoyed my human entertainment. He then proceeded to look rather cockily at the top of the swing, the back at me. Rudy stayed cautiously fifteen feet from where I swung. But that was to be expected. No cat would want to get kicked by oncoming heavy, sneakered feet. Would you? My brother's dog wouldn't. I shouldn't have said that. Ah, but back to the story. A moment after Rudy had given the swing and I a final reproachful glance, the swing gave a painfully agonizing wail as the rope snapped with an deliriously unhappy shriek. For the briefest of seconds I think, "I'm flying, I'm flying!" Then a hard crack to my tailbone shoves me rather impolitely back to reality. That is, before
I temporarily blacked out. I opened my eyes indignantly, finding myself eagle sprawled on the ground, the leaves of the tree fluttering beautifully above my head. What wasn't so beautiful was the "poking a dead animal with a sharp stick" pain in my butt. I grimaced and rolled over gingerly, pointing an index finger savagely at Rudy.
"You could have warned me!" I hissed between clenched teeth.
Rudy looked at me, having stood up already, lashing his tail impatiently. His eyes seemed to tell me, "Would you have believed me if I had? You missed the boat. You snooze you loose." he probably would have added, "You shouldn't have been sitting on a flying piece of wood anyway." Whatever he would have said, I definitely learned the hard way how not to test gravity.
