If I had any sense at all, I probably would have thought a little more about the timing before I started posting again. Both Yellowstone Quilt Fest, which I am co-chairing, and the national SAQA exhibit, "Fibrations", which I am curating, are scheduled to take place in the next few weeks. My life seems to be a mad flurry of organizational busy-ness at the moment. Add to that the fact that eight childhood friends of Kens are arriving a few days after YQF ends and you may begin to understand my current stress level!
At least the weather continues to be cool and conducive to working indoors.
Earlier this week we received a package in the mail that made me smile. Over the years I have been incredibly fortunate in meeting a number of very talented artists. Never would I have imagined however, the circumstances under which Ken and I would meet Tom Forrestall, the well known Canadian painter. We went "home" for a week in July. Home is Prince Edward Island, the land where I grew up and where my parents still reside for much of the year. The visit was timed to a similar visit by my sister, living in Ottawa, and one of her two sons, and my brother and his family from Nova Scotia. Without going into a lot of detail, I will simply explain that Mr. Forrestall was visiting some friends of my parents in the area when he discovered a tick that was making himself very comfortable in the artist's leg. Ticks are basically unheard of on the Island and no one knew quite what to do about the unwelcome guest. The friends called my mother who mentioned that Ken and I were both on Search and Rescue in Wyoming and had, no doubt, lots of experience dealing with the little buggers. As a matter of fact she was right. So Mr Forrestall arrived at the door and, with great practicality, dropped his drawers so Ken could perform the tick-ectomy. What made the whole thing funny was that Ken was in his usual teacher mode and left the poor man standing in his (very civilized) boxer shorts while he lectured on the life cycle and habits of the North American deer tick. Eventually the operation was successfully completed and the tick-free artist could proceed on his way to deliver a scheduled lecture at a prestigious gallery in Charlottetown.
Anyway, as a thank-you, we received a lovely catalog of Mr Forrestall's work from an exhibit at a Toronto Gallery. I find his painting very compelling - a little mysterious and dark.
The excuse for visiting the Island this summer was to celebrate my dad's 75th birthday. He actually reached that venerable age in April but we were not all able to travel at that time so chose a PEI summer week instead (we're not stupid!) Neither my mom nor my dad look their ages and they certainly don't move like they are more than 7 decades each. While we were there we went for a bike ride on the new "Confederation Trail". It stretches more than 100 miles across the Island from end to end and is a beautiful route with no fear of facing the traffic of the narrow PEI roads. The day we went Ken and I rode to Kensington and back - about 20 miles - and mom and dad did about 15 miles of the ride. They are talking about getting the entire family together next year for a multi-day trek from one end of the island to the other. Sounds good to me!
Dad and I took advantage of the low tide one evening to dig bar clams. We got a big bucket full in no time and man, were they good!
To Ann Marie and Louise - How wonderful to hear from you both! You asked about the llamas who are all well but really in need of a week or two in the mountains.
Ann Marie asked specifically about Quatro so I included a photo of him taken today. He is an interesting story. He has inherited the incredibly gentle nature of his father. Unfortunately he has also apparently inherited the stunted growth gene. About five years ago Wyld Card, Quatro's father, sired a male llama we named Curry. Curry was small to start with and seemed to stop growing at about 6 months of age. We hoped it was just a one time fluke but now it seems that Quatro (with a different mother) has inherited
Now I've gone and spent way to much time writing about various things. Next time I will talk about some of the SAR calls we have had lately - summer is here.