Several things have cleared up for me in the last few days. I now have a potter's wheel again after 11 years of nearly crying everytime I saw a piece of wheel thrown pottery. I did pottery throughout highschool and for about a year after highschool. Then, it stopped. No money for a wheel, no money for clay, or glazes or kilns. I always felt like a part of me was missing. I have kept two pieces that I made yesterday. I am not 'impressed' with them, yet I can be honest enough to myself to say, "They aren't bad. They would sell." However, they aren't selling. These are personal keepers. One of them is going to John, as I believe is fitting because he bought me the wheel.
But let me explain something else about the wheel that makes me happy. John bought it for me. He didn't have to take a hint from me, it was his own idea. It showed that he understood what was important to me. He felt that he was fulfilling a promise he made to me a long time ago. I had nearly forgot that he had promised me one.
Also, we worked out what to do about the impending trip. He asked me what I wanted, then asked for a compromise. The things I was most worried about were driving my car there and that I would not get sufficient time with my new nephew, and that John would not get to see one of his brothers. We are actually going to fly down there; And everyone has agreed to go to Deleware so that we don't have to split the days at the shore and at Pennsylvania.
I'm more than game. I'll be very happy to see everyone. Also, John's parents live just above Ocean City, and I can go back to Assateague. Beaches and Horses Beaches and Horses.... Plus, John's parent's have a boat, and John said that he would like for just the two of us to go out on the boat for a dinner or something. Rock on. I love the boat. If we get raw fish, I can feed the dolphins.
Another thing that was worrying me is that one of my discs on my book had 'disappeared'. I thought that I had accidently misplaced it. I knew where I had left it last, but it was not there. Now, I have back up discs, but the disk to come up missing happened to be the one that I had done the most work on. So, needless to say, I was trying very hard not to let aggravation in. I am convinced the house faeries are finished reading it, and have decided it was good enough to return to me. Or that it was so bad, they didn't want it. Either way, it's back in my wee clutches, and it's going to a specially designed I-know-where-you-are spot.
Last week, I put flea treatment on the cats. And many had an allergic/ toxic reaction to it. Freaked me right out. She was shaking, but not convulsing or foaming at the mouth. So, I immediately bathed her again, and watched her. She is now just fine and insistant upon sleeping on me no matter how I lay. If I move, she moves with me, it's like a log rolling thing. Whenever I stop moving, she just settles right back down.
Susan's bedroom is finally downstairs. That was a royal bitch to make happen.
Now, I just need to get a trip to Glasgow, and all will be right. I am sure that it will happen, I just hate cutting down to the wire.
Well, I've got to run.
xxx
Posted by hawkie at July 22, 2003 08:34 AM