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Day 22
Almost done now.
Today I was given a dead pet canary. I've been trying to properly preserve skulls. I managed a very nice rat with the lower jaw and all and even tanned the head, which I'll be stuffing, giving little black bead eyes, and maybe mounting on a tiny piece of wood. Another rat, smaller and from Jackson's yard, turned out to be broken and it's in water now. My wolf eel is still problematic--I can't properly degrease it, it still stinks like fish, and it fell apart (and is now the hardest puzzle ever). But the extra row of teeth and the perfect curvature of the lower jaw will make all the hassle worth it.
The Bridgeville Bridgefest is in a week so I have an alien costume to construct. Additionally, my show opening went pretty well--I sold $78 worth of $2 portrait buttons and cheap prints in three hours, and folks expressed interest in buying pieces from the wall. Jackson, Clark and I have been out garage sailing and found a sale run by two older gentlemen who had obviously had a booth at the old flea market by the bay (the most amazing trash heap where the booths were divided by rusty-nailed-splintered-wood and chicken wire, sadly shut down now) and when it went under they had simply converted the single-car garage into a vehicle for perpetuating their bargain deals on knick knacks, which included tiny porcelain animals and old bottles of nail polish. As yard sales are practically an industry around here, they can bypass being actual business owners by only working Saturday and Sunday. After Clark left, Jackson and I made some terrible yard sale errors in Cutten. We went to one that was just rusty tools on a tarp in a back yard. The only price tag was a "FREE" sticker on a pair of decrepit shoes. Year-round yard sales are the worst.
I'm very antsy to get out of California. I did, however, see Kris for the first time in years. He's grown a little musketeer goatee and mustache and is training to be a park ranger. That's very California in a good way.