Happy Birthday.

It's my Hubby's birthday today. 
Living with a terminal disease really makes you appreciate every birthday. Puts your life into perspective. Makes you forget about the little, stupid things, and prioritises the most important. Family. Being together. Making life fun.


Happy Birthday to my wonderful, annoying, caring, opinionated, romantic, talented, sexy, weird, exasperating, unique, funny Hubby.
My best friend.
I love you. 

Meerkat sketch

So right now I am all doped up on pain meds, as I have hurt my back as well as my left arm. Just thought I'd post this quick sketch of a Meerkat I worked on before our move. What do you think?

Also we had our first visitor to our apartment yesterday. A Butcher Bird who sat on our balcony for a while:)

You don't miss it until you don't have it.

It really is true that you don’t know how much you will miss something until it’s gone. 

I am referring to my art. During this whole moving experience (no I do not mean it was inspirational) I have had to pack up all of my art supplies. I managed to get my watercolour and drawing supplies into one big box. One box wich is now towards the back of the garage, surrounded by more boxes and furniture.

I am really getting itchy fingers though.  I woke up this morning and my beautiful beach was covered in a shadow of dark grey storm clouds and dazzling lightening strikes, and all I wanted to do was draw it, or paint it.  Now the clouds have blown away, the sun is shining and the blue waters are begging to be captured on paper in some form.

I found this great quote by the amazing artist Georgia O’Keeffe:

“I found I could say things with colour and shapes that I couldn’t say in any other way – things I had no words for”

A trip down to the garage is inevitable. Though I am not looking forward to it. I know exactly where my precious art box is, but there are so many things in my way of reaching it. It remains to be seen just how determined I am today...

Later..

After contorting myself up and over objects, hurting the muscle in my left arm yet again and juggling a heavy box back precariously over said objects, and then hauling it up three flights of stairs, I finally have my art box.

Ahh.. to have a pen in my hand once again. Did a quick pen sketch of the view from my balcony, then took my son for a walk past the music festival and on to the beach, where he promptly skinned his knee on the cement ramp and then got drenched by a wave.

Tomorrow the boys will be occupied all day with the V8 Supercars. (Bathurst) So I have the day to myself to be arty. I may even visit that art store again....Bliss :)

I haves the internets...

Hey! I am back. Phew! Did you miss me? lol...
Yes, today our new internet provider txted us to let us know we were now connected. With super fast internet.. YAY! What a difference being in a new area makes. So I am sitting here, with my glass of red, right next to my balcony (with ocean views) and listening to the local music festival. Who needs tickets when you can just walk out onto your balcony? This is the life...
OO... who is this artist playing... Think it's Eskimo Joe.. WOO!


Found a cool Art shop today and they had a sale off everything I wanted. Couldn't resist buying myself a new watercolour brush. Hubby had a fit when I told him the price of the precious.. hehee... He doesn't understand.. lol. I just need to brave the maze of boxes in our garage to find my art box with my watercolour and drawing supplies in it. 


So we are going for a walk tomorrow down to the beach (which I may have mentioned is five minutes walk away). The music festival goes all weekend, so it will be pretty crowded I am guessing.


I promised I would post some pics of the baby birds. They aren't very pretty. In fact they are ugly little critters, but cute anyway.

Mumma Bird

The precious cargo

Little things tripled in size in a week. This is the last time I saw them :(

What happens after you push your body for so long...?

You get sick... Dreadfully sick. As I have been for the last few days. The day after we stopped cleaning the old house and finally had a day of rest I woke up with the worst head cold ever. I feel so absolutely horrid. Body has pretty much given up.
So on our last day at the house I peeked into the bird nest and... they are gone! I don't know if they flew away or if they were... god forbid, eaten. Freaked out. Scanned the ground for little bodies, but no sign. Hubby thinks they just flew away but I don't know if they were old enough to fly yet. I mean, do birds fly a week after hatching? They don't do they? I don't know... The nest is intact, so nothing attacked them in there. My son said he saw them flying about with the parents. But I didn't see them :( It's a mystery...
The beach has been wonderful (apart from my cold). It's still pretty cold, being the beginning of spring, so we can't wait until it is warm enough to go for a swim. We checked out our route to the beach... We are like, five minutes walk away! The view from our balcony is great. My son loves seeing all of the big container ships that come past on their way to the port of Brisbane.
Went to the local second hand shop and found a beautiful wood and wrought Iron bed, a book shelf for hubby's dvds a recliner for Hubby, and the cutest little cupboard with woven baskets for my vegies. All of it gets delivered on Wednesday. YAY!
Anyway, time to get back to some normality.