Cinnamon

Every night just as the sun is dipping behind the trees Cinnamon my bantam hen comes back through the woods and heads right for her roost. I let her out in the morning and she immediately heads over to the neighbors house to hang out with her chicken. She spends the entire day there. I can hear her cackling away over there, having a grand old time. The neighbor used to have two hens but a fox ate one of them. I put up a wire fence in the back to keep the dog in the yard and it took the hen a few days to figure out that she could jump over the gate in the back. At first she would walk all the way around to the front of the house and I would have to open the front gate to let her in. It's pretty funny watching her come home after spending the day at her friends house.

Last Two, Done

The Raven

Friday Night

Darkness put and end to the Raven I started painting.

"I kilt the bar that kilt me"

So I finished making the smoke flaps and attached them to the top of the tepee. Some of the painting I did is starting to run. We've had lots of rain the past two days. Whatever. It'll be swell. I attached the smoke flaps with some snaps I installed. I'm awesome at putting snaps and grommets on things. I'm on a red wine kick too. Oh, so I'm standing inside the tepee on a 4 foot ladder,installing the snaps on the smoke flaps and all of a sudden I look around me and it hits me. Only a mental patient would be doing what I'm doing right now. It was kind of sad. I'm a grown man. My family is in the house and it is pouring rain out. I'm outside fitting a fucking smoke flap(whatever the hell that is) to a tepee. A tepee I'll never use. Anyway, I have to see this thing through.

Baby Buffalo

Saturday

The kids and I visited The Mount Kearsarge Indian Museum today and had a blast. Dug out canoes, tepees, bows and arrows, very cool stuff. They also had a Medicine Forest with examples of local trees and medicinal plants. We also paid a visit to a nearby buffalo farm and got to see a baby buffalo. I painted a wolf on my tepee this morning and also worked a little on the Tortoise Winter Quarters. Nice day.

Friday Night

I spent a couple of hours tonight painting the Eagle. Totally obsessed with this. It's part of my illness(or gift). Nothing else matters to me. You're all just tumbleweeds in the Sergio Leone western that stars only me. Or maybe it's the Omega Man? Or maybe I'm Mickey Rooney doing a one man show on Broadway and I'm painting the tepee in my head, backstage, to try and get my mind off the fact that I just strangled my wife of 60 years to death. Or maybe,maybe, I just broke a glass lamp over her head and I'm not sure if I killed her. I could go back and check, but I have to finish painting. Whose to say if it was even me that belted her with the lamp? I've been here the whole time. The tumbleweeds will vouche for me(I think).

Tepee painting continued

Me and my Family

This is exactly what my family is going thru with me and my tepee

Tepee Update

I was up late last night sitting in bed sewing pockets on the smoke flaps. Totally normal. I painted a turtle on the door. The outline is red, I need to get some black paint to fill it in. Some are starting to think I'm obsessed with my tepee. Maybe I am. I need to get it "road ready". I plan on making a trip up into the mountains and spending some time alone in it. I need to come up with a way to carry the 12 foot poles into the wilderness. Most likely it will be some kind of harness around my shoulders and I just drag them behind me. I can fill my huge "Lowe Alpine Crossbow" backpack with the Guinness and tobacco. The Holy Spear I can strap to the outside of the pack. Anyway I have to somehow figure out how to attach the smoke flaps to the tepee. I think I have to take it down to stich it in place.

Thoughts while food shopping

strawberries!
some day I'm gonna set these lobsters free
probably leave the straps on their claws though
they should make a candy bar that will make my arms bigger without exercise
where are those little baby 4 packs of wine
we should get a ping pong table
when is Ramadan? I want to fast with the Muslims
shit ya, I want yogurt
I should pick this old woman up over my head and run around the store with her screaming
instead I'll just punch her in the back
that guy is a lunatic, go the other way
Paul Harvey was a great American
could I get out of Chief Jay Strongbow's sleeper hold?
I wonder if Vicki will let me get this four dollar peanut butter?

I got the door in! I cut a 24 inch canvas circle then Speedy Stitched a sleeve around it and put a ring of 3/8 copper in the sleeve to give it some form and strength. I'll probably paint a bear or buffalo on it. Also when I built the tepee I used roofing nails to attach the canvas to the poles. I'm replacing those with 5/16 dowels in the poles and 3/8 grommets in the canvas. This way I can take it down and transport it then put it back up. Next step is the smoke flaps for the top.

Yoda pen and ink

THE LORAX!!

The Lorax and The Doctor Of Manliness at Storyland

Painting the Tepee

I started painting some animal prints on the Tepee. I'm hoping to finish with the prints today. Tommorow I head up to the White Mountains to recharge my spirit and scout possible fall camping spots.

Me and my baby Warwolf

Keepin it real at a recent BBQ.

Seven Dwarfs Painting

"There's a lot of symbolism here. Notice the one in front, holding the lantern, is wearing red. He is the Kommisar, leading the people to the glory of the Revolution. The sleepy one has the longest beard, yet he is young. This signifies the ...out-of-touch old-money-supported young elite who are lazy and just tag along for the ride. The chubby one is the pseudo-repentant, who is the father of the sleepy one, and he knows the real story, the real deal, and has to put on the smiley face otherwise his days are numbered. He is the old money, the old elite, and now he has to do what the Committee demands of the proletariat. The grumpy one, he's the old guy who used to work for the smiling chubby guy, and now he's the Man-at-Arms and the secret police, watching with a stern eye and waiting for the moment he can exert his power over the once-elite bourgeois Capitalists that once had power over him." Comrade Jeffrey Engel

Seven Dwarfs: Work In Progress