R gone to Brisbane today. Miss him but lovely to have an entire day stretch before me on my own. And it's a beautiful day. Have already taken the whippets for a walk (nice alliteration there). No longer try and get Radar to stop pulling. He's got to figure out that pulling results in pressure on his nose from the Halti. My hand may give out before he does. You'd think that he'd realise that the reason the strap pushes on his nose is because he's pushing against it. When he doesn't pull it instantly releases. There are times that he doesn't pull, when he's very interested in something he sees, when he turns his head to the side to look at Jamaica, when he stops to poo or pee. But no, not yet. He's not a stupid dog, just a very enthusiastic gung ho dog.
Natalia, I'm glad to say, has had her second night in a row without wetting the bed. She is now allowed in the bedroom. There have been no accidents in two days and she trots off to her litter tray when she's got to go. She does appear to have cat flu but as we've started her on vibravet it hasn't got the best of her. Her eyes water in the morning and evening, just like a human with a cold who feels the effects worse at those times, but there was only one sneeze yesterday and none today, so far. She's a delightful little cat, full of personality and big purrs. Matisse is almost playing with her now. There have been a few half enthusiastic games of chase and even Nairobi watched without hissing and departing.
Jack has been started on pellets again. No, let me rephrase that. Jack has pellets instead of seed this morning. He's not eating the pellets, only the sun and safflower seeds in it. Made a mash of the pellets and mixed the seed in while scattering a few sunflower seeds on top like nuts on a chocolate cake. Before I made rissoles with pellets and seed and he just threw them on the ground. This time I made it like a pie crust, flattening the mixture on the bottom of his dish. When I went to see how he was doing he had pellet crumbs around his beak which means he's had to have tasted the pellets. We'll get there. Had to give up trying to convert him when he hurt his toe and went back on antibiotics. There's such a thing as too much stress and infection and diet change is too much. But now that he's back to reasonable health we'll have another go.
The diet of sunflower and safflower seeds with some apple and corn is NOT good. Pellets on their own aren't good either but at least there are vitamins and minerals in the pellets that he needs and he isn't gorging on oil which his poor liver can't process. If he, no, WHEN he converts to pellets he'll view sunflower seeds more avidly which will mean better results in c/t.
End of the day. Have done alot of work on current drawing. Slowly making headway. Wish I was more talented, had more technical expertise, had more reference drawings! R noticed the difference (he's home after a day flailing away at a rogue bougainvillea).
There's a theme with my drawings which I've only just started to notice. I've never been able to attain it but I try to depict the drawing as though one is looking through a dimension, or better said, through someone's eyes. There's often one or more horizon lines, even if only vaguely noted, and a yearning to see a picture through a frame of some sort. That's badly put but there's an attraction about seeing a particular scene as though through two points of view, one inside the other, like those Russian dolls. Except for copying something, almost all my drawings, even the old ones tip the hat to that desire. I think it stems from that strong sense of someone, the real me, seeing me and my life through my eyes. Me and Not Me.
Reading a book about a man who explored other dimensions a la Robert Monroe. He makes reference to Carlos Castaneda books in which Juan Matus instructs Carlos to look for his hands in dreams so that he may lucid dream. Haven't read the Castaneda books since high school but I was much taken with them then except for the peyote button bit. Was very scared, and still am, of hallucinogens of that strength. Anyway. This guy (too lazy to get up and get the book to record name and title) also talks about the buzzing sound which is accompanied by the sense of being frozen. Monroe says that's a precursor to an OBE. I found them quite scary (odd that I haven't experienced one in years). The most disconcerting part of the most recent albeit distant experiences was the maniacal laughter which accompanied the buzzing and the immobility.
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