Monday, January 12, 2009

Finished Buffalo Drawing

Buffao drawing in pencil
I think this is finished. I'm not sure my darks are dark enough, and not sure I got him "shaggy". I can always do more work on it later, after I look at it a while.
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I finally closed my blinds today on the south side of my art room. It is so pretty out (but windy), but the sun is so bright on the snow that I can't see for a while when I look back at what I'm doing. Never thought I would complain about the sun shining!

I called the cops last night about my neighbors. If I knew them I would have called them, but have no idea who lives there - just a bunch of young guys. They have room in front of the house to park four vehicles, and they park three there, plus a snow machine trailer. There are always from six to eight vehicles down there. When the propane truck made a delivery for me last week, he couldn't get anywhere near my tank. I think maybe he knocked on their door and they did move a couple. pickups. Yesterday I had to squeak by a pickup that had been parked close to my driveway, partway up the hill. Last night, Barrie told me my driveway was completely blocked by two vehicles.

So I called, a cop came up and talked to them, and they did move the two that were blocking my driveway. But I don't think they understand that Hill Street is really a street, even though it's not plowed, and they shouldn't block it. They now have two dumpsters right in the street.

OK, bitchy old lady! Enough! Calling the cops is not high on my list of fun things to do. At least these guys don't seem to have big drug gatherings or throw their garbage out in the yard, like some former ones.

I am only partially through cleaning my upstairs bathroom today. Having a cat has it's drawbacks. I cleaned the litter box, but I need to sweep the floor. Sometimes I guess she steps in something wet (or worse) when she gets out of the box and shakes her feet. This leaves little gobs of litter material stuck to the walls and the side of toilet stool. Well, you don't want to hear about that.