Mr. Ken!

Riley has a love affair with our neighbor, Ken. At the first sight of his van she launches into an ardent round of whining until I let her outside so she can play. Other people play with her regularly, but she's so much more excited to see Ken. He's asked before if he can bring her doggie treats, but Steve thinks he gives her pieces of filet (Ken's a chef). Notice in the photo her right ear is airborne; I need to put in (( wiggle lines )) to show the animation.

The bathroom is coming along... I walked this morning (brr!) and decided it wasn't worth it to start painting and then have to clean up for my dentist appointment, so I'm catching up on paperwork today. I haven't really been in the studio mood lately, if you haven't noticed. Part of that is my increasing obsession with learning to lampwork, so I keep calling the school we've chosen to bug them into getting some classes on the schedule. Steve and I watched a how-to lampworking video over the weekend and it was neat to actually see the consistency of molten glass and the timing of things instead of just imagining how it works based on a book. I have a tendency to research things a lot before I jump in, so while we wait for a class I'm reading what I can on lampworking forums so I'll be more prepared for setting up shop.

As a PSA, I'd like to mention that propane tanks (like the extra one for your gas grill)are not rated for indoor use and should NEVER be in your house. If they leak, the propane sinks and pools in the lowest level of your house (often the basement with little way to remove it). With the tiniest of sparks it explodes or burns invisibly until it catches something else on fire. I would venture to say that any damage caused by a propane tank indoors would not be covered by insurance. Fair warning!