Looks like A Time Bank Theme and The Studio Come s To Completion
I need to stay awake for another hour to turn up the kiln. I'll try to make this interesting enough to get me through.
Well it's been a while since my last post and many wonderful things have transpired.
In summary there was the marathon weekend at Sara and TR's with some of the world's most interesting people. It went on and on starting with scones on Saturday morning and ending with Chinese take out for a recap on Monday night.
This event reminded me the value of stopping work when the weekend comes. It was so fun to look forward to the levity after a week of the usual gravity. It also reminded me that I was going to spruce up my social life but seem only to be in a passive mode about that -I leap at the chance to go where I'm invited but haven't gathered much enthusiasm for having people over. I think I feel lame about being a single person entertaining -perhaps I remind myself of my mother. When my father died at the age of 59 (the age I am now) my mother continued on in a solitary style until she was 93. It often didn't look like much fun. And it still doesn't. Hey I know maybe my Time Dollars account will get me a temporary co-host, I'd be happy to repay in kind.
Tomorrow I go for the 2nd session of the edible medicinal herbs course -gotta remember to leave a little early to get gas, and maybe a treat as Mick likes to do.
Ivy learned to roll over today. What a fun thing to watch each new marker in her little life -even though I am sad that we can't just leave her on a picnic table while we turn to look at something, anymore. As Jame suggests there will be many compensating benefits to her being allowed to get older and do more things.
I think I saw a bumble bee become lunch for a frog today while I was picnicking by the pond -I just missed a clear view.
I've had a second Time Banker come and sift pebbles for another batch of cob plaster -TR's brilliant suggestion. I think this may be the last batch I need. Imagine that -the whole building completely plastered. Next I shall spread straw all over the floor to distract visitors from the unfinished nature of the floor.
I've put out an alert on the Time Bank web for a couple of strong men to come and help me move the Potter's wheels in next Monday, so it is shaping up for actual students.
Oh, the best thing! -I installed the sink in the studio, myself! I sawed off about 5" of the plastic drain pipe, sticking up out of the floor, and inserted the metal drain pipe hanging out the bottom of the sink, into the plastic. First I sawed the thing crooked but that was easy enough to re-saw. The sink does not have the customary legs so the whole affair resembles an articulated chihuahua in the rear window of a car. It's temporary but I, once again, feel resourceful. I often wonder if my resourcefulness has contributed to my current solitary life.
I also hung as many of the rice paper globes on the bare bulbs in the cob, as I could reach unaided by a colossus, and they look darn good.
I hadn't been to my favorite Chinese buffet in weeks so I thought lest they forget me and my penchant for peach buns, I'd better revisit them tonight -otherwise what I take for my lunch tomorrow would have also been tonight's supper. I took a book (about Time Dollars) and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I just find it fun to be able to chose what I want and go back again for the same thing, like I'm in my own kitchen having seconds, but a crew of chinese Time Bank members came to cater.
Most chinese buffets have almost identical decor but I love this one because it is not oversized or rectangular, it is homey and square and the women who run it talk to the customers -think about it when was the last time you saw Asian restauranteurs make casual conversation with the customers? And they hadn't forgotten me.
Ah time to turn the kiln to high and cross my fingers that the plate that Rita ordered doesn't break like the last time -and there's another possible bad thing -was there too much rutile in the glaze? Why do I experiment in tight situations?
One more good thing. When I turned the kiln to medium I somehow ran full force into the sharp corner of the towel bar on the back of the door with my head. I immediately burst into loud sobs with copious tears. I guess I'd been storing those up -I fell a whole lot better. What a wonder the human body and soul!
Well it's been a while since my last post and many wonderful things have transpired.
In summary there was the marathon weekend at Sara and TR's with some of the world's most interesting people. It went on and on starting with scones on Saturday morning and ending with Chinese take out for a recap on Monday night.
This event reminded me the value of stopping work when the weekend comes. It was so fun to look forward to the levity after a week of the usual gravity. It also reminded me that I was going to spruce up my social life but seem only to be in a passive mode about that -I leap at the chance to go where I'm invited but haven't gathered much enthusiasm for having people over. I think I feel lame about being a single person entertaining -perhaps I remind myself of my mother. When my father died at the age of 59 (the age I am now) my mother continued on in a solitary style until she was 93. It often didn't look like much fun. And it still doesn't. Hey I know maybe my Time Dollars account will get me a temporary co-host, I'd be happy to repay in kind.
Tomorrow I go for the 2nd session of the edible medicinal herbs course -gotta remember to leave a little early to get gas, and maybe a treat as Mick likes to do.
Ivy learned to roll over today. What a fun thing to watch each new marker in her little life -even though I am sad that we can't just leave her on a picnic table while we turn to look at something, anymore. As Jame suggests there will be many compensating benefits to her being allowed to get older and do more things.
I think I saw a bumble bee become lunch for a frog today while I was picnicking by the pond -I just missed a clear view.
I've had a second Time Banker come and sift pebbles for another batch of cob plaster -TR's brilliant suggestion. I think this may be the last batch I need. Imagine that -the whole building completely plastered. Next I shall spread straw all over the floor to distract visitors from the unfinished nature of the floor.
I've put out an alert on the Time Bank web for a couple of strong men to come and help me move the Potter's wheels in next Monday, so it is shaping up for actual students.
Oh, the best thing! -I installed the sink in the studio, myself! I sawed off about 5" of the plastic drain pipe, sticking up out of the floor, and inserted the metal drain pipe hanging out the bottom of the sink, into the plastic. First I sawed the thing crooked but that was easy enough to re-saw. The sink does not have the customary legs so the whole affair resembles an articulated chihuahua in the rear window of a car. It's temporary but I, once again, feel resourceful. I often wonder if my resourcefulness has contributed to my current solitary life.
I also hung as many of the rice paper globes on the bare bulbs in the cob, as I could reach unaided by a colossus, and they look darn good.
I hadn't been to my favorite Chinese buffet in weeks so I thought lest they forget me and my penchant for peach buns, I'd better revisit them tonight -otherwise what I take for my lunch tomorrow would have also been tonight's supper. I took a book (about Time Dollars) and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I just find it fun to be able to chose what I want and go back again for the same thing, like I'm in my own kitchen having seconds, but a crew of chinese Time Bank members came to cater.
Most chinese buffets have almost identical decor but I love this one because it is not oversized or rectangular, it is homey and square and the women who run it talk to the customers -think about it when was the last time you saw Asian restauranteurs make casual conversation with the customers? And they hadn't forgotten me.
Ah time to turn the kiln to high and cross my fingers that the plate that Rita ordered doesn't break like the last time -and there's another possible bad thing -was there too much rutile in the glaze? Why do I experiment in tight situations?
One more good thing. When I turned the kiln to medium I somehow ran full force into the sharp corner of the towel bar on the back of the door with my head. I immediately burst into loud sobs with copious tears. I guess I'd been storing those up -I fell a whole lot better. What a wonder the human body and soul!
posted by cara graver at 5:55 PM
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Oh, Dearie! Sorry about the head--glad if you needed a cry. And, we should have thought to go to dinner wiht you Friday, because we tried a new Japanese restaurant and I think I got food poisoning, or else ate a non-edible/disagreeable something. Hope to come see the new lanterns soon.
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