An Indian Hammer
Went over to restaurant to pick up/drop off some Xmas gifts. Their closed but they're thinking of us. And, outside in a rockpile I spotted this:
Fits the hand perfectly, worn on the bottom, an old Indian Hammer. Picked up by the owner on a nearby creek...
Damn. An excellent find and I'm more than a bit jealous.
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Been a couple of weeks, head to town to track him down.
I find him in front of the Coffee Wagon.
Mitch at the coffee wagon, to pick up a coffee for Stormy while he runs his other errands, Mitch, by way of making conversation, asks how I know him, if I really know him, if I know "George", and he's dead-naming him, taboo, even here, somehow he's a bit jealous of our friendship, grown protective, and I'm a bit cautious, evasive, I mean, I know what he tells me and I can figure out a fair bit, I refer to Google, and he dismisses it with a "Pooh - WHAT DOES GOOGLE KNOW?", true, true, but you'd be surprised, still, he was Mitch's friend first and I should know it, sometimes, dealing with these hyper-intense hippies, it gets to be a bit much.
He ditches his scooter to crawl into the jeep, we're on a mission.
Several missions, actually. Swing by the Salvation Army, meet "Joe", who's standing outside to have a smoke, enquire as to the status of Stormy's Xmas Ham, he ordered and paid for it, and then if he'd seen "Brandy", he'd given her 80$ for a carton of off-brand cigarettes and she'd just disappeared...Joe thinks about it for a second, looks into space for a second, then tells Stormy - bluntly - that he'd best write it off, he's not seeing his money or his cigarettes...
"Yep."
I know Brandy, she's a friend of Stormy's, fine ass, pretty face, but sketchy. Always sketchy. Every time, tweaking, so you know where the money went...He'd tried to suggest that she needed a roommate, helping me out with my homelessness - but - while there would be benefits for sure - well, there would be drawbacks.
From here, lunch at the Yellow Deli, then to a couple of thrift shops, Stormy needs a newer pair of sweats, the old ones, well, they're just falling off of him, out to his apartment to grab my Xmas present, now to find tape so I can wrap it up, there's a big bag of scrolls - absent the gifts - marvelous, something to unbox, I won't be in town again anytime soon, and that's the day.
So, if you were wondering, he's fine. And this morning I unrolled his scrolls - well over 100, prodigal output for a couple of weeks, and - by the looks of some of them they're allowing him back into Cowan's to do his photocopying (they bar him every couple of days or so, I understand why, but STILL the man's the greatest living artist in the Kootenays, maybe even all of Canada, so cut him a little slack...).
Anyways, easily a 3 hour job to unroll, read, reread and reroll them all - I chose a large sample to share with you. Pretty fucking hilarious & amazing.
A half-full bag of scrolls, there were actually 3 bags all told...
Didn't know you knew Ms. Lucy, Apparently she wants to share her portrait with you. Done on Light-Bright Paper.
Missy Funbagz. Yep. Another phrase to remember during intimate moments...
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Wire Wrapping Crystals
So, having just gotten my EI and gone to town, got groceries, gas, cigarettes, paid bills and I find myself once again 2 weeks from any cash over Xmas. Not a big deal, I've supplies, but in the absence of reasonable employ should probably begin looking at other revenue streams...
Time now to wrap the crystals, easy-peasy, there's a craft I'm sure I can master, and I've watched enough YouTube videos on it that probably I'm already a master without knowing.
Attempt #1:
Chris had said the 16 Gauge wire was too tough to work with, but I proved him wrong.
And then, a more pliable gauge of wire, Attempt #2:
I was working towards a pendant but I think I'm going to settle for "Orgone Accumulator Trans-Dimensional Crystal Healer" and be done with it.
I need to set up my own page on Craftastrophe or Regretsy (sadly out of service but I'm pretty sure they'd reopen for me). And, while I have no desire to be anything more than adequate at this - so I can move a shit-ton of crystals out of my locker and move on to more interesting projects or purchases, this I'm taking as a challenge...
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An Architect's Table & 12 Foot Easel
And, at the Re-Store outside of Castlegar, a fine looking Architect's Table (I don't need), and a 12' Easel (which I also don't need, and I certainly don't have a place for, but I kind of want because then I could create my terrible paintings at a much larger scale...)
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