We spent the day applying our special concrete mix to the sign base armature and then sculpting the many bricks. As I sculpted it reminded me of the days long ago when I laid thousands of real Clayburn bricks when we built our house in Abbotsford. I built a very large fireplace and a curved retaining wall that was about 8’ tall and 50’ long. That wall and fireplace are still there and in good shape 38 years later.
The cat came back the very next day
The kitten was still absent this morning and the crew (including Peter) was eager to watch me sculpt a new one. Grant mixed the epoxy as I welded up a new armature. The problem with the first kitten was its (according to them) was its ginormous size. I maintained it was just a BIG and healthy kitten. The crew all offered helpful suggestions and comments as I made the armature and began the sculpting. They wanted to make sure I got it right this time. Since this kitten was about half the size of the original it took much less time to sculpt. When I was finished and the kitten was permanently mounted in place they all gave their enthusiastic approval. I’ll believe it if the kitten is still there tomorrow.
The case of the missing kitten
My kids are my fiercest critics, save for my loving wife Janis. They don’t shirk from telling me what they think of my work - especially if it isn’t their favourite. I like to believe they do it out of love… for my own good. When Becke saw the first cat which I had sculpted on the pet hospital sign she quipped ‘It’s good… who did it?” The dog got rave reviews from Peter. I welded the kitten which I had sculpted into place this morning, then went out on an errand this afternoon. When I peeked into the shop on my return the kitten was gone. No one knew what had happened. I questioned Peter at supper. His reply… two out of three isn’t bad. I’ll sculpt a new kitten tomorrow.
