Instead I went out to try to find a hose to fit one of those tiny, not so impressively dangerous, Map gas bottle things.
Because I was reading that some people use these for jewelry making. But my torch head doesn’t fit it even though the nice guy at Home Depot said he was 99% sure it would.
The only heads I can find are huge and will take your eyebrows off just by looking at them.
They do seem to sell a smaller head, but I think it’s too small for what I want to do – remember here.
So I wasted all morning.
I tried to paint to cheer myself up.
I tried to be happy about the fact that, at long last, I was forced to concentrate on one thing instead of flitting from one medium to another.
That my brain could rest from the pull of making yet another piece of jewelry that I won’t know what to do with once it’s finished.
But, and even as I write this, I feel as though I’m in mourning, and that only by walking through the shadow of death to replace my tank will my life, once again, become meaningful.
So today’s the day.
I’ll say my farewells to you all once more, and leave you with the mess that is my painting area which seems to have sprawled everywhere.
What will become of them if I blow up?
And this is but half of the stash I have in the other rooms.
To close I present to you Gustave the Wonder Horse.
To cheer you up.
Will I ever see him again …