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A good yarn: Art dressed for success

By on January 28, 2019 in Columnist with 0 Comments
Mike Cassidy

By Mike Cassidy

Editor

This is the first issue ever of The Good Life not to feature a photo of a person on the cover.

Yes, that’s 140 issues of looking like a local People magazine.

But the fun photos of local outdoor art wrapped in scarves and hats demanded cover attention, and so we broke our tradition.

I don’t advocate warping art — such as putting a moustache on the Mona Lisa — yet looking at the yarned outdoor sculptures I saw colorful personalities emerge on pieces I had come to take for granted. 

The red scarf on Captain Griggs creates a sense of motion, and as for the boy in Wings, his joy of flight is equalled by his mother’s good sense to make sure he’s dressed for the cold.

Lisa Robinson and Kate Walker, two local art fans who yarn stormed the art pieces, were inspired by the public’s interaction with Seattle’s sculptor Richard Beyer’s Waiting for the Interurban, which is almost weekly adorned with garb from political to comic, drawing from the zany energy of the Fremont district in Seattle.

By the way, Fremont describes itself at the “Center of the Universe.” Wenatchee is the center of Washington. Are we Fremont’s little brother? Naw… probably not. Still, zany is a great way to drive away the gray, whether caused by their presistent rains or our annual winter immersion. 

See Lisa’s and Kate’s story on page 14.

I have long held a fascination for side businesses and retire-ment businesses. 

Since I grew up on a farm, and still own a piece of it, I’ve thought one day I might retire to acreage and raise beef cattle. Butchering a couple of grass-fed steers every year could pay for some serious time in the warm south land. (You have seen the price of beef in stores lately, right?) 

Still, steers grow to be 1,500-2,000 pounds and I’m not as nimble as I used to be and not as eager as I used to be to lug bales of hay. When my wife mentioned her friend started a retirement business by operating a dog daycare on her property, I thought that would be a fun idea to explore.

That’s how we came to go to Yvette and Dick Matson’s place outside of Cashmere. The Matsons have fenced their three acres, giving a place for the dogs to run, and the animals seemed happy. 

I grew up with dogs and it was fun. I would need to build a fence anyway and dogs — while in their enthusiasm might jump on you with muddy feet — are not going to run you over like a broncing bull in a rodeo.

I liked what I saw at the Matsons, and was envisioning myself as a doggie vacation site host when offhandedly Dick said, “I built Yvette a wagon so when she goes outside, she can always be picking up the poop.”

Oh, that’s right: most dreams come with a poop wagon.

Maybe, I’ll move on from dog sitting to something else where the poop wagon is not quite so literal. 

Break a tradition or two… see life anew and enjoy The Good Life.

— Mike

Mike Cassidy

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