On
Friday I had to work in the afternoon. I took my laptop along in hopes of
getting caught up on my journal during my breaks but since the work involved
relating the events of Thursday night’s Poetry Master Class, which involved
transcribing the separate comments of four people from four sheets of paper, I
didn’t get as much done as I would have if I’d been just straight writing.
I worked for Brianne Service on the
first instalment of a two-week pose. For the first time in years I worked on
the same stage with another model. Her name is Deb Blok and she’s been working
at OCADU for three years without us meeting. I was telling her that in the 80s
OCA had two models for almost every class. She didn’t look old enough to have
been there then but nodded so knowingly that I asked, “Were you here in the
80s?” She said, “I was born in the 80s!” She said she started modelling when
she was 18 and so she’s been posing for half of her life. I started when I was
27 and I guess I could say the same thing now. She seems to still like it.
A student told me that she remembers
what great poses I do and I told her that at my age it takes three days to
recover from a pose.
Deb and I had to do short poses
together and interact with one another. She had a little hand timer and so I
suggested that she call the changes and I would respond to each of her poses.
Brianne commented that Deb and I had a real synergy.
We spent the last hour in a pose
with me in a chair and Deb on the stage. For Brianne’s students this was a
three-week pose but this was the only time that Deb and I would pose together
for the assignment. Next week they will draw me alone and the week after that
Deb will take her position without me.
Although the sun was still shining
when I left, it was chilly and quite windy. I was glad I’d brought my two
scarfs and my winter gloves.
I stopped at Freshco where I bought
a couple of bags of grapes, three half pints of blueberries, a mango, some
avocadoes, some tomatoes and a large jug of orange juice.
Because I didn’t want to go out
again during the weekend I rode directly to No Frills. I had hoped to find
black sable grapes there but they only had some green grapes and some red ones
that were both on the soft side. I bought a couple of bags of their firmest
green grapes. I also got a bunch of bananas, some greenhouse tomatoes on the
vine and a few more avocadoes.
I worked on updating my journal but
still didn’t get it finished that day.
I felt achy all over, perhaps partly
because of posing and partly due to my fast.
I had two tomatoes and two avocadoes
for dinner and a banana with blueberries for dessert while watching The
Rifleman.
In this story a ranch owned by an
absent English lord named Ashford and supervised by the lord’s younger brother
Jeremy is managed by a foreman named Norv Waggoner. Waggoner has basically
taken over the Ashford ranch for his own purposes. He finds on the range a cow
that has recently given birth to what Norv assesses to be a prize calf. Despite
the fact that the mother has Lucas McCain’s brand he takes the calf for his
own, despite Jeremy’s protests. When Lucas and Mark find their cow they see
that she has calved and knowing that it wouldn’t have wandered away from its
mother they follow the trail left by Norv to the Ashford ranch. Jeremy is
afraid to stand up to Norv and so when questioned by Lucas he denies any
wrongdoing. Norv comes and cracks the tip of a whip onto Lucas’s cheek. He
warns Lucas that if he puts a rope on a calf with his brand he can legally
shoot him for rustling. The next morning Lucas comes with the mother, lets her
find the calf and he doesn’t have to use a rope at all because the calf begins
to follow its mother. Norv and his men open fire and Lucas takes most of them
out. Jeremy arrives and takes cover. Mark comes, grabs Jeremy’s rifle from his
horse and brings it to him. On seeing his son in the line of fire Lucas comes
out of cover into Norv’s gunsights. Norv is about to fire when Jeremy shoots
him.
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