weave on the Brio loom (which now has to have the warp re-strung, so Nana is going to have to learn some new skills quickly!). We watched a very short video about Picasso and Cubism and the difference between Realist and Abstract art, and then headed off to an exhibition at the Vancouver Art Gallery where she got to check out the master's work for herself and try her hand at some scrambled facial features and body parts.
As for friends, since that's what the conversation at my last post is about, let me reassure you on that score as well. Yes, I do my thinking, my worrying even, out loud, or in writing publicly. But I'm feeling quite sanguine on the friendship front. In the last two weeks, I've had a sketching get-together followed by a visit over beer and appies with a new city friend; a lovely lunch date with a friend from the (big) island; a good friend (and fellow dissertation survivor) is visiting from across the country in the next few weeks; and plans are underway for another lunch/gallery visit/sketching get-together with a friend from the little island we used to call home.
The space is still confining, I won't lie, and there's a huge road re-construction project right outside our condo. I mean, right outside, right below our windows which are a decade or two too old to be very effective at sound-proofing. And I could come up with another grumble or two if pushed. But overall, only a month into this move, we're both very sure that we made a good decision.
As always, your comments are very welcome, although I'm also happy just knowing that you're reading. . .