[Written Sunday Night]
It is quiet here tonight. I sit at the kitchen table. I can hear the intermittent patter of rain, on the awning, just outside the kitchen window. We are alone together, those insistent raindrops and I. They remind me that the world is carrying on regardless of human feelings, and they comfort me with that knowledge.
Attila arrived here just as the sky was darkening Saturday night. He was here less than 24 hours. For some unfathomable reason, his departure this afternoon was the most difficult I have experienced. How painful it was to see him setting off down the road, how difficult to keep the smile steady as he drove away. It takes only a few happy seconds to get used to him being home, and uncomfortable hours to get used to his absence.
He was focused on two projects during his short stay. One was to prepare an area to plant some lemon balm that had been given to me as a gift, as well as squash seeds that he brought from the country house. The other was to dismantle the particle board cupboard in the basement. Particle board releases formaldehyde, harbours mold, and mildew, from the decades of damp in the basement, and has been penetrated with mouse droppings for years. We have decided to eliminate it from the house. There is only one particle board cupboard left now, in the basement. Attila loaded all of the removed particle board into Tank, to take home to burn. We did not get a chance to visit with each other to any great degree. Perhaps that has contributed to my distress at his departure.
He called late Sunday night, to let me know he was safely home. He was taking a break from his burning project, which he had already begun. He too missed spending time together during his visit; we both felt the same way about it.
Attila has no Saturday’s off work for the foreseeable future, the employer has suspended even the intermittent Saturdays off, the two or three per person that used to be scheduled between April and September.
The house was shown on Saturday, and again on Sunday. Feedback about the house is mostly positive. A few comments have been critical, which is a good thing, because it gives us a chance to address those minor issues. However, the issues are so minor that we feel that they had no effect on the decision not to buy the house. The house is waiting for the people who walk in and feel, “home at last!”
We have our much needed rain, here at the little house in the city. It began Saturday night. The temperature fell with it. Sunday it hovered around 10C all day. Saturday was 30C during the day, and 10C by nightfall; I used the air conditioning in the afternoon, and the heating system that night. Variety is the spice of life they say.
When it is dry I need to water the garden, so that the plants will grow. When it rains I need to cut the lawn, because the grass has grown.
We caught Peter Rabbit, a cottontail, preparing to feast in the garden Sunday morning. Attila chased him away. He was bold though, he was not one bit afraid of us, until Attila was within about ten feet of him, at which time he cut his losses, and bounded away across the field out back.
After vowing NOT to purchase any more “stuff”, I have capitulated to desire. I really do like to doodle. I like doodling on paper, but that requires paper, and pens, and pencils, all classified as “stuff”. I thought then that it would be interesting to try doodling on the computer. The touchpad makes for awkward doodling. I asked online, on Facebook, and on a technical email list I belong to, about graphics tablets. Every recommendation was the Wacom line of products. I had been thinking about graphics tablets for about a week. Friday I decided that the tablet was a luxury, represented more “stuff”, and so would not be purchased.
Then Saturday morning Attila let me know that there was yet another showing of the country house on Sunday. It was then that it dawned on me that if an offer to purchase were to appear, I was ill prepared to deal with it. The printer is at the little house in the city, but each file sent here would need to be printed, then signed, then scanned, then sent back. Awkward. I realized then that a graphics tablet would allow me to sign documents in digital form, save them, and return them securely online. No printing involved, no scanning, no paper. Much easier to deal with. I made the decision that a graphics tablet served practical as well as recreational purposes; it was time to purchase the tablet.
I drove to the local stores, not one of them stocked such an item. I called Costco in the nearby city, they didn’t stock such an item. I called Future Shop in the nearby city, they didn’t stock such an item. I called The Source in the nearby city, they didn’t stock such an item. Finally, I remembered Staples, and they did stock Wacom graphics tablets, in my price range. Saturday afternoon I drove to the nearby city, to Staples, and purchased the tablet.
I spent Sunday afternoon, after Attila had left, downloading the free software that was made available with the product, registering at all the relevant sites, and watching a few short tutorials to get started. There is a learning curve. I discovered that PDF files do not load into the tablet software, or the graphics software I already own. PDF files cannot be signed using the tablet. They must be converted to image files, which I can load into the graphics software. If needs must, the image files can be converted to PDF files.
Writing on the tablet, in the correct scale, is not an easy thing to do. Practise has improved this skill, but it “isn’t soup yet.”
Using a graphic pen takes a bit of getting used to, as it works very differently than a mouse, or a trackpad, while performing the same navigational functions.
I am having fun with it.
Little House in the City
Date: 10:00 PM EDT Sunday 31 May 2015
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 102.3 kPa
Visibility: 13 km
Wind: NE 23 km/h
“The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value.”
Charles Dudley Warner
1829 – 1900
If I had more brain cells (and they are fast being depleted rather than increasing these days) I’d love to try something like your graphics tablet, but alas… not for me. I hope you have many hours of enjoyment with it! I’m struggling lately with trying to stay focused on one thing at a time. Turning everything off except the task at hand – which goes against what I’ve become accustomed to lately… having 3 or 4 things all going at the same time has become the norm, and I don’t think it’s a good thing, so I’m trying to do only 1 thing at a time – trying being the key word!
Smiling at this post. I’m pretty sure that for legal purposes your typed name is now considered a sufficient signature on documents. Still, glad you got the Wacom.
I too have a Wacom. It took quite a bit to get it set up as wi-fi, necessary as the cable didn’t reach from the back of my old desktop to the tablet. Hmmmm. Now I have the laptop. It didn’t occur to me until just now that I could reconnect the tablet using the cable.
I haven’t used the tablet the way I thought I would. Some day I need to focus on that a bit more. Maybe in July when business is slowest and I don’t feel as much pressure to make new products.
Enjoy your new tablet, Maggie!
Well, you are light years more advanced than me when it comes to technology. Wow! The doodles of the other day and today’s are wonderful.
Your description of Attila’s departure was so well written. *hugs*
Bex, I sure can relate to your efforts to stay focused on one thing at a time! There are so many interesting things to do. The older I get the more I want to fit into this all too short lifetime. I don’t want to wait by the stove until water boils, or watch the cake baking in the oven, so off I go to dabble in other things while waiting. While dabbling I can forget what I was doing in the first place. I love timers, use them all the time, find them necessary. And lists, I love lists because they keep me tethered in the real world, where I need, and want, to be.
Thanks Teri. The tablet is a lot of fun so far. When I watch the videos, and see the artists moving through the processes without pause, without having to stop to think, I know that I am unlikely to reach that level of adeptness. No matter, doodles are doodles, they are fun, and give me an opportunity to play with my favourite colours.
Thanks Reenie. I love to doodle, it helps me think, helps me relax. I am looking forward to building a few skills with that electronic pen, it isn’t anything like a real pencil or pen, in the way it interacts with what is in my head.
The graphics tablet is basically plug and play, I use the USB cable attaching it to the computer. The graphics software is new to me, except Photoshop, which I used a lot in previous incarnations. I don’t want to do anything serious with the tablet, I just want to fiddle about, with no goals, creating only what is pleasing to my own eye.
“Creating only what is pleasing to my own eye” that is what art is all about. It doesn’t matter what format you choose. And it doesn’t matter what others think anout your efforts. Though I do like what you did
I agree with you Lee Ann. I have spent a great deal of my life “towing the line”, working hard to fit within externally assumed boundaries, boundaries that most people are not even consciously aware of. I grew up outside of those boundaries, and they are tall fences to me. It has been hard work, scaling that fence daily, and wearing, and I want to, and probably need to, break free of it. These self-imposed restrictions have had a strangling effect , in my life, mostly in the area of visual and audial art. For some reason, for me, written language escaped the prison of social caution, as has my imagination. I am long past the age where I might develop a singing voice, the equipment is now old, and parts are probably atrophied from lack of use. But expression in the realm of visual art is still viable, and that is, for me, the new territory I would like to explore in the time I have left as a conscious being.
Maggie, have you ever seen deviantart.com? You might find it a nice way to open up some of your fun to ‘the masses’ – if that interests you.
I’m on instagram now and the other day one of the posters that I follow, an artist that paints wooden ‘dolls’, posted a quote that says something to the effect of “Art is what you can get away with.” Ain’t it the truth! 😉
Attila leaving again….gee, I thought that had ended. I guess it ends when the country house is sold, right? I’ll be glad for you both when it ends.
Lemon balm is so heavenly. I love the tea or even the cut leaves in a small vase. Such fragrance.
The house is getting shown quite a bit!
Congrats on the tablet and having fun. I love the quote Tops wrote “Art is what you can get away with”. I couldn’t agree more with some aspects of it.
I could feel the hurt when you watched A walk away.
Fingers crossed that house is sold soon and you two won’t have to live apart.
I’m so glad you got a graphics tablet, and I hope you have lots of fun with it. Perhaps I’ll get one of those some day, I know it would be useful. I sure hope the house sells soon, and you and Attila can be together everyday.
I will have a look at the deviantart website Teri, thanks for the tip.
I agree, ain’t it the truth!
Nora, I am at the little house in the city to keep the lawn cut, and to wait out the height of the mosquito season. Attila tells me they are the worst he has seen, and that a few senior seniors have told him the mosquitoes are the worst they have ever seen them, that would be over the last 70 years or more. I am glad I am not there to try and cope with them. By the end of June I’ll be back at the country house, ostensibly for the rest of the summer.
Thanks Kate, it feels like it will sell, but I am wishing so hard that it will that I may be influencing my intuition with wishful thinking. 🙂
Joan, I think you would love a graphics tablet. I am enthralled, I have to admit. I make sure I use it every day, so that my eye hand coordination develops, and I acclimatize to the software functionality. So far so good, I am getting so I can look at the screen while I am drawing, which is a huge step forward for me.
Thanks for the good wishes, re the house sale.