My daughter has always walked with a purpose, like she is late for an appointment. I'm taller than she is, and I've never been able to keep up. Today, multiply the not-keeping-up times fifty. She was very good about slowing down while I crept along, but we both recognized that she was having to work to walk slowly. I feel bad about being such an anchor for her, but it doesn't take much to wear me out this summer.
We drove around quite a bit today, and at most stops, did a lot of walking and standing. We hit our traditional spot, the tiny hole-in-the-wall jewelry store in downtown Boulder where we've been getting fun little silver and gemstone pieces for decades. And then we went a couple of doors down to the toy store where I bought a giant collection of glitter dice for D&D years ago. They only had a few random glitter ones left, but I was able to find exactly what I needed: a silver glitter four-sided die to replace the gold one I have that broke on one point of the pyramid. My daughter has been talked into trying D&D herself (parenting win, even though it wasn't us who did the convincing), and I helped her create a starter set in colors that she likes. We weren't able to find every single shape she needed (no twelves or eights at that store), so we hit the local gamer shop when we got back to town. She's ready to go. I hope she enjoys the game. When we got home, after a long day OFO, I showed her the first three episodes of Dingo Doodles, a YouTube series about a campaign featuring Sips, a sentient monkey with a cursed crocodile hand. She appreciated the silliness of it.
We closed out the evening making (GF) spaghetti and teaching her how to do pour painting. The last pouring medium I mixed just didn't do the trick. It still split horribly for me, especially the white paint. The paintings I did weren't ugly, they just didn't turn out like I intended. After two mediocre attempts on canvas, I emptied out all the rest of the paint I had except the problematic white, and used one of the illustration boards. I didn't really have enough to cover what I made, so I had to use a little extra black to make the board slippery enough to expand the colored paint. I ended up making something that looked like an oil slick, and I kind of loved it. It still didn't cell up, but now I'm going to spend the night wondering whether the illustration board will swell up and warp, like all the others did. I'll be sad if the paint puddles in the middle like all the others. However, tonight (unlike the early attempts in early spring), the air is warm and the board is sitting under a running ceiling fan. Maybe it will dry quicker. I didn't get a picture of the first canvas, that was all in purples and black and white. I got snaps of the second one in turquoise and red (not that you could tell), and the last oil slick. My daughter was happy with her first one and much less so with her second, but I failed to photograph either. The four canvases are drying on covered cookie sheets in my cold oven, to keep cat paws, and to a less extent cat fur, out of them. We shall see tomorrow how that works for them.
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