On the Housitting, Dog and Art Front

On the dog front: My land lord wants to meet with me this weekend.  I think it is about the dog.  What else could it be about?  Apparently he can't just tell me over the phone or by email -- which makes me think that (a) He is going to say yes.  They say it is easier to say 'no' by email and (b) He is going to charge something I cannot afford.  They say that it is easier to get someone to agree to spend money in person.  *sigh*

My issue is contemplating what, exactly, I can afford.  I need to get out my budget again.  I hate getting out my budget again.  Oy.

I need to do that today, and decide how I will proceed if I cannot afford it.  I guess I'll move when the lease is up and try to get Fancy Pants then.  

On the housesitting front: In the mean time, I continue to house sit for Scout and Scully.  Scout is doing better.  The pumpkin really seemed to help with the constipation, so I am not so worried about trying to reduce the medications.  I was worried for a while.  Not any more.  Good girl Scouty.

I have done numerous sketches and painted some water colors of both Scout and Scully while I have been here.   

Which brings me to the art front: I ran into EL at DSW the other day.  She is an artist I admire.  We shared studio space for a short time and she was on my thesis committee.  I have been out of touch with her for years. I feel ashamed when I see folks from my Art (note the capital 'A') background.  She told me to stop by her studio some time, which I did this week.  Of course she didn't really mean it, and she wasn't there... but her glass shop has really come into its own. It is is *gorgeous* and I am uber jealous and want to take a glass blowing class there.  I am proud of her for making such an amazing thing out of nothing.  I suspect she hoped I would revamp her logo for her, which I would, if she meant it and were there.  I continue to feel small about my own career path.  I know that nursing is right for me - it *feels* right... but the disappointments that my father feels in me "giving up" art, combined with the "quitter" feelings I have just... when I see someone like that who I admire and like who is making a career of their art?  It makes me feel sad and small and ashamed.  Which is just... dumb.

There is no cure for that except to let it go.  Plus, make stuff.  

Speaking of making stuff.  I need supplies.

I need to replenish some colors in my watercolor kit, need some paper, maybe a new brush or two.  I think I shall compile a list:

• Prussian Blue
  
• Yellow Ochre
  
• A nice orangy-red like Cadmium Red Deep I think (I want to look)
  
• I also need a lighter yellow
  
• A new tube of Sap Green
  
• Red Madder Alizarin (sp.) but I don't know if it is made any more.  I haven't been exactly looking lately, but I haven't been able to find a tube for years.
• Some more watercolor paper.  I especially like the little blocks. They're a handy size and they dry flat. I'd like to get some cold pressed rough textured paper this time too
• More of that origami paper I was using in those collages last year
• Some more tracing paper
• Maybe another brush or two.  My larger brush is starting to lose its point.

I think that today, after I enter data for my professor for an hour or two, I will do my budget and maybe do some art supply shopping -- if I have the money.