Apartment Life

I’ve rented apartments.  I’ve lived in a basement apartment and a main floor apartment.  I lived in university residence for a year – probably the closest I’ve gotten to an apartment building.  I’ve shared a room with one girl… and with three girls.  Pre-dog.

When some friends went out of town for two weeks, they handed me the keys to their eleventh storey apartment and permission to bring the dog.  A perfect test of how Gwynn would do in my theoretical near-future move to an apartment or condo.

Some thoughts.

I am in bridge engineering.  My brain says the balcony is safe, in that it is lacking in signs that might indicate its imminent failure.  Gwynn and I agree that, regardless of its so-called safety, if one must go out on the balcony, the best place to be is plastered up against the building.  I love their view, but frankly, my future abode will need to be closer to the ground.

freaking amazing to watch a lightning storm from here, too… strangely, wasn’t bothered by the drop when standing out there in blustering winds with electricity and rain falling from the sky.

At home, Gwynn isn’t concerned about noises outside his  lign of sight.  At the apartment, between the hours of 10pm and 7am… he was on high-alert.  Any suggestions to get Gwynn to stop barking at every twinge of noise from outside the apartment would be appreciated.

Their apartment was heated through in-floor heating.  I can imagine it would be wonderful when it’s quite chilly out.  Despite being shut off, though, it was warm.  Melt-chocolate-warm.  I kept all the windows open (contributing to dog-barkiness, unfortunately), and a fan going at all times that I was in the apartment, just to keep the temperature tolerable.

Having to get into an elevator, go down 11 storeys and out of a building every time he has to go to the washroom SUCKS.  I had him outside every 1-2 hours until 10pm, just to be on the safe side.  He took advantage – giving me that ‘I gotta go SO BADLY’ look from the apartment door far more regularly than he actually… had-ta go.  This is not my favourite thing.  I really REALLY like having the option of just letting Gwynn go out in the back yard for a quick pee or sniff whenever he feels so inclined.

I’m not sure if it was just this particular building, but in two weeks, we met a broad assortment of dogs – one of which was friendly.  One.   The others were stressed-freaking-out-barking-lunging-hackles-up any time we ran into them.  What is up with that?

Having seen a wide variety of dog in the building – from tiny purse-type through to bigger-than-Gwynn – the elevator conversations I had were baffling.  I had this conversation at least 10 times over the course of 2 weeks:

Random Elevator Rider: “That’s a big dog.”

Lexy (it would be rude to disagree, I guess?): “… yup.”

RER: “Is it going to get bigger?”

Lexy (visualizing Gwynn as an orange newfie.) : “Probably not?”

no… THAT’s a big dog.

Washing dishes by hand:  better in a building (with a sink and taps) than at a campground.  Still not very fun.

Apartment laundry facilities – empty… at least at 8am on Thanksgiving Monday.

Cooking for myself:  I still really enjoy cooking. Nice to know.  Living at home, my family apparently believes that I have zero ability in the kitchen.  Away from home, I can try whatever recipe strikes my fancy… or have peanut butter and toast.

Overall, I think Gwynn and I are destined to rent/buy a main-floor unit, or closer to the ground, anyways.  Considering that housing-prices in the GTA (and, more importantly, within an hour or so of drive to my office) are bizarre and terrible right now, a condo or apartment is really my only hope of leaving home in the near future.  It’s nice to know that Gwynn and I can live in an apartment without too huge an adjustment process.

Pulling Flowers out of Glass

I had the chance to go to another glassblowing workshop (like the one you can read about HERE), and it was equally kickass, made only more awesome by the fact that the entire group of people in the class were people I know, there whether they thought that they wanted to be or not.  I’m controlling like that sometimes.  And I’m telling you, youwantto go try glassblowing, given the opportunity.

If you’re in the GTA and interested, check out Playing With Fire - Minna puts on a variety of workshops, and the two I’ve gone to have left me feeling both more artistically talented than I am, and thoroughly impressed with actual glass-working artists.  And terrified, but the rush of adrenaline at finding myself with moltent glass on a stick in my hands is evenly balanced with the safety in which the classes are conducted.  If you’re not in the GTA… well… that’s what Google is for!

The last ones are mine!  A little bit lumpy, not terribly flower shaped, buuuut… beautiful to me.  Some of the most distinclty flower shaped ones are done by my friends whose first try at glassblowing was flower-making.

 

Playing with Fire

I recently went to a Glassblowing workshop at Playing with Fire in Toronto.  Glassblowing is terrifying, thrilling, and so much more stressful than a glass artist makes it look.  Given the opportunity, do it. 

Our instructors going through the process for making a paperweight

Our teacher, Minna Koistinen is a member of the Geisterblitz Glass Studio, an internationally renowned partnership of glass professionals, artists, and designers.  She has her own line of glass fine art, sold Canada-wide.  She makes glassblowing look effortless, like the most natural thing in the world is to swing a blowpipe just so to make that small lumpy piece of glass into a thin, elegant vase, all without setting anything on fire.

rolling our first blob of glass into coloured glass. Picking my colours was a huge decision! Please don't mix into each other and form some terrible shade of awful! Luckily, Minna and Andrea were there to give suggestions

Her assistant, Andrea, is apprenticing in the art form.   There are very few trades (or so it seems to me) that still use this as a means of instruction, but most art forms seem to need that time observing and helping out to really learn the techniques.  Especially when it comes to things like glass-blowing, where learning to get a feel for the material is a big part of determining just what it is you will make.

sticking that coloured-glass-coated-molten-glass through the glory hole into the hot furnace. Turning the rod more slowly or quickly will change the patterning of your coloured glass. Not turning the rod will ensure that your gob of glass decorates the bottom of the furnace. No-one did that, thankfully.

Minna walked us through the equipment we would be using, and then ran through each exercise, while maintaining a steady stream of comments and instructions for us.  She and Andrea helped each of us through the exercises, which is good because the minute I got the rod in my hands, the only thing going through my mind was a kind of dull roar of “MAKING GLASS!!!”, mixed with paranoia at potential death by fire.  Step by step instructions were enormously helpful!

you then go to the bench with your piece and use tongs to twist the coloured-glass-ball like taffy, focusing on trying to get all the coloured glass off the rod, and getting some interesting twists and patterns.

When you’re dealing with a material whose temperature starts off at a molten yellow glow above 2000 degrees Celsius, safety is a very important feature.  Even after it is cooled to the point of solidifying, the glass is still hot enough to cause severe burns and nerve damage.  Throughout the entire process, all I kept thinking to myself was Don’t Touch the Glass!

Minna dipped the newly gnarled glass back into the molten glass to coat it, and then we balanced our pieces by rolling the rod and letting the glass sink slowly until the roll felt smooth. Right hand under bum to resist the temptation to touch that half of the rod, or, worse, the glass itself.

I was a little bit concerned that I would do something that would cause shattering of glass, set something on fire, or just plain experience some of that terrifying nerve damage.  I am not exactly graceful.

Another distinct possibility was getting that oh-so embarrassing teacher feedback of “well, isn’t that… special.  I had no idea you could make that particular shade of brown out of such pretty starting colours of glass.”

tapping it off the end of the rod. Next step is to cool it very slowly in an oven, and then grind the jagged pieces where it was broken off the end of the pipe

We each made a clear-glass ornament by letting strings of glass slip off the pipe and swishing the stick around to create a pattern.  Next, we made paperweights (all the pictures show this), with coloured glass inside them.  All the movements that appear to come so naturally to Minna are considerably more difficult than they appear.   Focusing on not burning oneself while also keeping the rod turning to catch the molten glass that wants to slide to the floor, and following instructions – it’s all a bit stressful!  It’s also amazing.  As an art-form, I found glasswork to be a terrifying rush that I have never encountered while doing watercolours.  There’s the time-constraint of rapidly solidifying glass, the paranoia about catching things on fire* and the thrill of making something that will be completely individual to me, even if the next person makes the exact same moves as I do, uses the exact same colours.

All the coloured glass burnt red-orange when it was added to the original molten clear glass.  The art of glass blowing doesn’t end at the point of tapping off – the glass has to cool very slowly and evenly, or you risk it shattering, or, at the very least, cracking into pieces.  Yes, my other fear apart from fire was explosion.  The last I saw of our paperweights that day, they were orange-filled, despite the fact that only one of us actually put red and orange tones of glass into her piece.

A few days later when I went to pick them up… well… judge for yourself!

If you’re in the Toronto area, I highly recommend taking an afternoon to try Playing with Fire and make your own completely unique creations.  If you aren’t, but see something like it offered in your area, try it!

*the number of times I’ve mentioned it, you’d think I regularly accidentally set things on fire.  Not true, but the paranoia remains.  Also, word to the wise, do not put a muffin in the microwave for ten minutes.

Lost Dog **She was Found**

Hey hey,

***Update: Ruby was found on Feb 27, she’d travelled from Frenchmans Bay all the way to Toronto.  Read below the lost dog section for some links to what to do if you lose your dog, or find a lost dog.  ***

for those of you in the Pickering, ON area… please keep your eyes peeled for this pooch. 

Ruby, a Golden Retriever-Poodle Mix

She only just joined her new family, was spooked, and ran off.  Here is the info I have on her:

Name: Ruby
Age: 6 Years
Colour: silver with black – silver phantom
Dog
Breed: Golden Retriever mixed w/ Poodle
Lost on: Feb 20, 2011

Ruby is a 6yr old medium sized black & silver Goldendoodle that has been shaved right down. She is wearing a red harness & dragging a retractable leash. It is possible she might have chewed it off. She was last seen in the ravine/marsh area of Douglas & Random in Pickering by Frenchman’s Bay and could have headed across the Bay as it was frozen. She was extremely scared and going full tilt so could be anywhere by now either East or West as this is by the lakeshore. Ruby is a very shy dog and might not come to you. She is very new to the area and only recently adopted about 2 wks ago. Please call either Pam at 905-492-2877 or 416-897-1098 or pgrieve@heenan.ca or Mary Jane at 705-437-2790 or 416-355-7021 or aussiedoodles@gmail.com

Ruby was one of the breeding dogs at my dog’s breeder, and just got retired and placed in a new home.  The breeder has been sending out emails to everyone she knows even remotely near the GTA today, since Ruby still hasn’t been found.  I figured that, since the chances of Ruby running all the way to my area are near zero, I would at least pass on the message in every way I can think of.  My blog isn’t exaclty a high-traffic locale, but I can always hope that someone from Pickering area might stumble upon this post and help out.

I recently found two great posts by Time to Train your Dog that pertain to this, so I’m going to pass them on to you.  If you’ve lost your dog or cat, check out “Lost dog… What do I do” – it has some good tips for helping you find your pet.  For running into a lost dog, and what to do, read “If you Find a Dog”.  For the potential Pickering area people who might be reading this post, definitely check out that second link – Ruby is a shy dog, but most dogs can be coaxed towards you with food (carry some treats or  kibble… or anything foody that isn’t toxic for dogs… next time you go out for a walk), and I doubt she’d be any different.

I can only imagine how upset Rubys family must be… and how scared Ruby herself must be, so, if you’re in Pickering area, or the East end of the GTA, keep your eyes peeled for a dog wandering loose.

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