Spider girl is progressing well. It was always a bit of a gamble as to whether she would actually work as a sculpture, the legs being the biggest hurdle. Too thick and they would destroy the look of the piece....too thin and they just wouldn't support the weight of the torso and abdomen. Happily, it seems to have worked out and better than I expected. There is still a bit of fine tuning to do, but I should be able to start painting her in the next day or so. I ended up working at home on the kitchen bench (again) because she is too big to fit in my studio oven and she needed multiple bakings. I don't like using the home oven because of the cleaning required afterwards, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
Apart from work going well, it's been a pretty horrible week. I had my pre-admission visit at the hospital on Monday which was all fine (no bloodtests!!) but they forgot some stuff so I had to go back in again on Wednesday. Of course that means that Guy has to take more time off work and it's an hour trip there and an hour back.....we were ten minutes late so they kept us waiting for two and a half hours in a tiny shoebox of a waiting room....for an appointment that would have taken no more than ten minutes! Anyway, to cut a long and boring story short, I ended up having a panic attack and we had to leave before we saw the doctor. I've never had anxiety (except the usual kind) and panic before in my life and I have to say that I really don't enjoy the feeling. I just hope that once this final surgery is over next week, things will get back to normal and I won't have to even see a hospital again for a very long time, if ever.
To top things off, we lost our much loved pet rat Bernie on Tuesday. His brother Vern died a couple of months ago, so we kind of expected that old Bern wouldn't be far behind....he was a loving, gentle and intelligent member of our family and we will all miss him.
So that's the week gone and I'm glad to see the back of it. We're getting together with wonderful friends tomorrow, the weather is beautiful and it will be 'Friday night groove' in the kitchen after work today. Nothing cheers me up like watching my nine year old son do his 'robot dance' in his socks on the lino.
Till next time.