I've never thought of myself as fickle. But how long can you sustain a relationship anyway?
Dick is taking my transfer of affections very well, considering.
INT. STUDIO—TUESDAY MORNING
Roz sits at the computer screen typing; Dick enters. Roz continues to type without looking up.
I woke up last night and couldn't hear you breathing. I almost got up to tell you and Carl to stop playing.
If anyone is to blame for this upset in domestic tranquility it would have to be Linda. She was with me when I met Carl. Actually it was her idea to go to Hub Hobby.
After a brief tour of the store she said, "I can't believe you've never been here." (Yeah, like I could go into such a store unsupervised. She knows that! She's my "Michael's Buddy.")
Then Linda went off to search for strips of metal while I wandered.
That's when I met Carl. Oh, Carl. It's always the gams that get me. (Why should "gams" always refer to women's legs? Male cyclist's thighs are wonderful! But Carl isn't a cyclist.)
Left: Jars and bags of Turf.
Minutes later I'm rushing through the store examining jars of dirt and bags of turf (and jars of turf too). I'm examining model trees and great foam molded "Star Trek" rocks, all for suitability for creating an environment for Carl. Lots of environments for Carl.
I even track down a suitably sized civilian named "O-Jack" (that's his scale) or as I like to refer to him, "Tasty Tidbit," or "TT." Someone to have adventures with Carl. (We all know where this is going.)
Linda, the pragmatist said, "Well, when I met you you were making dioramas. It's like it's gone full circle." We laughed and laughed. I was totally high on the endorphins that come with new love.
Just before she drove away Linda rolled down the car window and called to me as I stood in the driveway with Carl (and Edgar and a pelican, sheep, and a lovely African Elephant—I told you I really can't be in these stores unsupervised).
"Tell Dick I'm sorry," she called out. We laughed again and she drove on. Linda brings a lot of laughter into my life.
So will there be dioramas?
I don't think so. I barely have storage space for my journals—and you know where this is going too don't you? Where it was always going. I'm sketching Carl. (Gert is a little miffed. I keep them off the same shelf at night just to avoid unpleasantness.) Carl's presence already dominates my in-studio journal and my current visual journal. I'm sure some of it will show up here on the blog (heck I know it will).
And here are some other cool things I found at Hub—which I won't be purchasing. But if time and space and money (whoa, model building is an expensive avocation) weren't factors I'd be sorely tempted…
I also found a ton of stuff with which you could make really cool jewelry! But I was at the end of my endurance by that point. Another day.
And, no, I'm not affiliated in any way with Hub Hobby. I just thought you'd like to know this stuff is out there!
I gotta go. Carl wants to go to lunch.