Ellen Million (ellenmillion) wrote,
Ellen Million
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Art and Portrait Adoption and 32 below and chirping smoke alarms.

Because I am a FREAKING GENIUS: http://portraitadoption.com/searchmulticat.php

And I don't mean that sarcastically. I feel very pleased with my smartness this morning, having built this page from scratch to make finding portraits at PA a breeze. It's not finished yet (the form should retain your choices after it's submitted, and it will also allow you to filter by originals-only and customization!), so it's not in the menus yet, but is that awesome or what?

I got a lot of artwork done this weekend - I did seven sketches for Sketch Fest/Muse Fusion, and inked another two Portrait Adoption pieces that I plan to do in color. Because color is my bane and darnit, I'm going to get better at it instead of just staying scared.

This is probably my favorite:


Prompted by a story by ysabetwordsmith, which was prompted by a prompt by wyld_dandelyon.

Last night was not terrifically restful. At 1:30, I woke abruptly and lay there for a moment trying to figure out if Guppy was crying.

CHIRP.

Oh, tell me it's not. Or maybe the smoke alarm people finally got wise and put a really long tail on the stupid low battery alarm and it won't chirp again until --

CHIRP.

UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH. Maybe I can sleep through it if I pull the blanket over my head. It hasn't woken up the child, and the husband is still breathing steadily.

CHIRP.

And... CLICK draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.

CLICK draaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.

CLICK draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.

That, for the uninitiated, is the sound of a nervous 100 pound dog who doesn't like high-pitched noises doing his terrified slow-motion stalk around the living room.

CHIRP.

CLICK draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag...

So, I got up, got dressed, got the ladder out of the basement, changed the stupid battery...

CHIRP.

$%&*^$%$#@!!

But fortunately, it was just one last horrah, and changing the battery really did shut it up, and I could go put the ladder away, reassure the dog that everything was okay, and go back to bed.

I didn't get right back to sleep, and the child woke before the alarm saying her tummy hurt, she was sad, she needed a hug... the things she rotates through because they once got her out of bed early and she has a memory like an elephant. I changed her diaper (which was full) and tucked her back in, returned for a half an hour of pre-alarm cuddling, and faced my day with eyes full of sand.



It is 32 below today, and gorgeous. The sun isn't up yet, but it's trying, so everything is this murky blue, and covered with fluffy snow and frost. I've got the woodstove cooking away, and it's very nice and cozy and inviting me to nap. I'm going to go shower, instead, because Guppy is due to wake up at any moment...
Tags: alaska, artwork, guppy, humor, muse fusion, portrait adoption, sketch fest, weather
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