I was going to write about ART LOCAL !!! But I have been distracted. "Distracted", you say,"What on earth could distract such a focused and directed person?!"
Two words "Ground Squirrel". Yes, a little furry creature that makes its home by burrowing under our newly fixed and very expensive drive way. Well, under does not quite describe it. It is more like through and then who knows what. (If only I had x-ray vision, I could describe the lair it has made for itself, but alas, I only have myopic vision.)
Let me pause here to discuss the wonders of plaster. As you may know, plaster comes in a dry powder form and when mixed in correct proportions with water, turns into a creamy liquid and almost magically cures into a hard mass. It is one of my most favorite artistic materials. I use it to make molds and then use the molds to make castings in my ornament business. It is flexible to use, long lasting, and it even smells good. If you are still wondering what is so great about plaster, take a look at your walls. It is what drywall is made with (some what). I really enjoy a good batch of plaster.
Back to my new friend, the ground squirrel. (Okay, friend is a little too nice, how about "nemesis") So I decided to use my creativity and do-it-yourselfness and do something about the ground squirrel. Having a hole in the middle of the drive, I thought, "I bet if that does not get filled in, it will erode and then, back to a crappy driveway. I need to fill this hole with something rigid." Which brings me back to plaster. About 4 gallons to be exact. That was one big hole.
Not taking the hint, Mr. ground squirrel, or as I like to call him "that little bastard", dug another hole. The next hole I skipped the plaster, hoping to catch him with a live trap. Instead of catching, little bastard, we caught a bunch of dirt from the third (or fourth, who is counting...) hole.
Hole number 5: Up to this point, every time I came near the holes, little bastard, ran away. So I mixed up another batch of plaster and poured it down hole number 5. I am not sure who was more surprised, him or me, but a very plaster covered ground squirrel popped out of this latest void. As my Dad said, "He really got plastered." And I have changed his name to "White Lightening."
Two live traps are now in place in the middle of our very expensive, not so perfect, drive. As I turn into Elmer Fudd, the waiting continues. And this is why I am distracted.