We finished up the Golovin mosaics on Friday with plenty of time to spare. Grouting with kids indoors is always a little exciting, but I don’t think we left too much of a mess behind and the panels look great.
Those of you who have known me for a long time know why this guy had to be included:
This one might need a little translating. The top image is a skin drum with a whale as a decoration; the bottom is a big bowl of local berries.
We had a nice community reception on Friday night, with cookies flown in from the bakery in Nome. Many thanks to everyone at the school and in the community who helped out, fed me, and made me feel welcome. I packed my bags, moved out of my digs in the library, and zigzagged my way home – Golovin to White Mountain, then to Nome, then up to Kotzebue, down to Anchorage, and finally to the icebox of Fairbanks.
And at home, Dora ripped off and quietly swallowed a piece of heavy cordura from a toy. It got strung nicely between her stomach and intestines, requiring emergency surgery. Many thanks to the after hours vet clinic. We will now refer to her as “the boat” as the surgery to correct her error put the idea of that purchase to rest. . . what we do for love.
So, a week at home to unpack and repack for the next adventure in Glennallen. . .and to make some art to pay those vet bills!