Holiday & Hybernation

wpid-IMG_20140104_085441.jpgI have provisions:  milk, bread, beads, coffee, cigs, pencils, cereal, etc.   It is January.  And it is frigid  COLD here in Ohio.  The sunlight pouring through my windows is deceptive.   As I write, it is only 10 degrees Fahrenheit out there, but it feels like minus 4.  The day will warm up, but the bitter is coming.  Bing weather predicts Tuesday as the worst with a minus 14 at 8AM, then warming up to flat zero by 6PM.  Of course, that is subject to change.  Every time I glance at the weather predictions, the numbers seem to have shifted slightly.  I don’t think they really know enough to accurately predict by hour so many days ahead.

Anyway, I don’t do bitter cold well.  My bones lock up and nerves complain, so I am just going to hibernate until the weather breaks.   I will leave my apartment, but I am not leaving this building unless it becomes absolutely necessary.

So, how was your holidays?  Happy New Years, and all that jazz.

I had a good holiday.

We had a little Christmas Eve gathering with the grandchildren at my place, then I went down to Salem with the Xman.   We hung out at his new house for awhile.   It is not exactly new anymore, just new to me as I hadn’t seen it before.  He moved there after his house burned down in 2012.  With his permission, I snapped a photo of this old photo to post on Facebook with an “anyone remember these boys” just for grins, as children of two of the young men in the old photograph have children on my friend’s list.  

Left to right, the late Buck Brown, the Xman, and Billy Joe Van Cooney.

Left to right, the late Buck Brown, the Xman, and Billy Joe Van Cooney.

It’s a bad photo, but considering it is a photo of a photo that survived a fire… not bad at all.

I like this photo because it shows all three of them together. I don’t know what year this photo was taken, might have been a year or so before or even that same summer; it is hard to tell trying to base time by the Xman’s balding pattern. Bill moved to Holmes County years ago and Buck died two… no, it’s been three years now.

One of the reasons I posted it was because I wanted my daughter to see her dad as he was when I met him. Kids should get a glimpse of time before them, to see their father as just a boy hanging out with his friends.

I stayed a couple nights at my sister’s house, spent Christmas day visiting with family who lives in and around Salem, and celebrated New Year’s Eve at First Night Youngstown.  (I gave the spare badge to a neighbor who was planning on going and had yet to buy his ticket.)   At midnight, I was already home snuggled in my bed so if what you do at midnight influences the coming year, I should get plenty of rest in 2014.

If I have any resolutions for this year, it will be to make smaller art again…  here is a cell phone photo of the drawing I chopped down to 5×7 and finished on New Year’s Day.  There is a story behind the Two Faced woman, but I shall tell you that another day… a case of life infiltrating art.

Two Faced

Two Faced

Lady Update

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Our Lady of the Garden

I was asked what happened to the doll, like huh?  Oh, the Our Lady of the Garden mosaic sculpture.

It is a long story.   I put her up for sale on craigslist and a woman called, said she wanted to buy it for their new store.  Guess they are opening some kind of garden plants and décor shop up around Mecca.  Creekside something.   She talked about how the Lady would be perfect for their landscape, how they envisioned cleaning up the yard all the way to the creek and really going all out to turn it into something special with plantings and sculptures and outdoor art.   The only thing is, she would not be able to come pick it up until the very day I was scheduled to move.   She was to call when she was on her way so we could sync time between loads, be there when she arrived with a truck and a dolly.

She never called.

We had a backup plan.  If the woman didn’t show up to buy the Lady, my ex was going to store the outdoor sculpture in his garage.  Unfortunately, the moving helpers went home after they got paid so there was no one there to help the Xman load the Lady onto his truck.

So, I knocked on the door of a neighbor girl and asked her if she wanted it.   I knew she liked it.  She agreed to take it and her boyfriend would help her relocate it after he got home from work.  I assume they got it, but I haven’t been out that way since I’ve moved to see where they placed it in their yard or if it was left for the new tenants of my old apartment.

I don’t care if she gets moved from place to place, sold or given away, ends up wherever, as long as she doesn’t end up in a garbage dumpster.

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Farewell, my Lady.

Art Supplies?

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Every time I take the Buckeye bus up Poland Avenue, I always think “art supplies” when we roll past the hills of rusted savage.  Here’s another view.

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It always makes me smile.  I weld like a drunken sailor on dry land, so no worry of me raiding the junk yard.  I do like to make assemblages out of found objects, but on a much smaller scale.

I’m in rare form, bit happy these days tho I have moments when things go down that worry me.  Oh, just kids… par for the course to worry about them even when they are grown.

One of the decisions made in my moments of clarity is a bump that, why should I let some strangers in another part of the world discourage me from blogging on my own blog?  I have documentation of my use of “barnbees” on this internet dating back to 2009 so who cares if some rock-a-billy blues band changed their name to “barnbees” in 2012… if they don’t like me blogging as barnbees, they can buy me out, cut a deal and throw cash my way.  Otherwise, OH WELL. 

I did change my email addy, or rather just started a new one as I still cannot remember my password to access my “barnbees” email addy.  It will pop into my head someday.  But this blog AND my facebook shall remain barnbees.  Yes, OH WELL. 

Here’s one more shot of the junk yard.

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The sky is pretty, funny how the fence aligns with the horizon.  I shall miss riding the back roads into Youngstown when I move out of the burbs. 

Should I tell you where I’m going?  Or just wait and snap a view out the window?