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Saturday, November 27, 2010

Great Day at the Studio

I started another lovely large handbuilt bowl - and am leaving on the mold overnight so it doesn't get wonky! I glazed another large coil and got these out of the glaze firing. Nom. Canister - salt cellar - tile.




Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

It Suits Me

My father bought me a Disney villaness (Maleficent?) mug once that had the legend, "I look good in black, it matches my mood."

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Almost Back to Full Strength and Fiesty

Honestly I don't believe I've been that sick since childhood and comments from old or very sick people are suddenly something with which I can empathize. The "Why have I outlived my friends? Why won't God take me," kind of comment. I haven't quite gotten there but I sure felt like I'd outlived my tolerance for teh sick. I didn't really start to feel better until I told the boss on Thursday morning that he should NOT count on me until Monday.

And then Sunday the water heater burst. Sheesh. At least I was home! Builders who think the attic is a good place for this appliance should face a firing squad. Too Harsh? : ) server:


It was wonderful to get back to Sertoma and clay yesterday. I handformed a bowl and spent a large amount of time in the glaze room. Then I went to Bloom Skin Spa and had an aeromatherapy massage (at a bargain rate - you gotta love coupons).

I almost feel human this morning.

Here's Jillian's bowl and a crudite server:





Sunday, November 14, 2010

Terrible Awful Horrible Bad Day

After a fairly terrible, awful, horrible, bad, couple of weeks!

I came home from Tarjay - my first outing since I came home from work on Monday, early, got into bed and stayed there until... well, yesterday; I took a bath. I had some awful flu that had me feeling like a truck ran over me, backed up, and repeated the process just for good measure. For four days. From 103.9 at one point I pretty much hovered at 101 until Friday morning when I got a couple of hours of 100 before it spiked again.

So the pantry was pretty much depleted. At least there are no more cans of soup that I should have eaten months or years ago. ; )

I went to Target and sternly reminded myself I didn't need more cheap clothing and stocked up on broth, soup, cat litter, teepee, and other staples (saving $21 in coupons!! WOOOOT. I humbly beg forgiveness from the three people who were asked to go to other lines as they were scanned.), and came home. Record time for a good haul. About an hour door-to-door.

The grocery stashing was taking place and I was fixing pot roast (a huge chuck roast was $5.33 - no way I could pass up this chance at the soul of comfort food cheap on a cold November night while still fluish) when I felt a cold chill down my spine.

It was the fracking ceiling dripping down the back of my neck

I had told Mom that the water heater was looking iffy lately with moisture in the drip pan. But do I call someone in right away? Hell, no. It has a drip pan and an outflow hose! It'll be fine. I'm sick. It can wait.

It didn't. It was gushing. The amount of sturm und drang in this house today! Did you know sticking a paring knife through wet drywall is harder than you think? Do you know they make a patch for that abomination? Why patch something hideous that shouldn't exist in the first place?

Thank goodness for RotoRooter. Out of all the plumbing outfits I have used as a homeowner (this is house #3), they have NEVER failed me.

More as my strength returns. I must now swoon into the recliner and listen to the small hero in my attic drop things.

He's been here since before noon. Bless his heart. Bless his mama.

May his children grow up to make him very proud.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

BLUEBIRDS!

So we not only had frost last night (two weeks ago it was mid to upper 80's) it froze! Yesterday morning I spent almost 4 hours in the freezing drizzle at the Free to Breathe 5k wondering if they were going to put me in the hospital for an entirely different lung condition. The fish are very slow in the pond and the dogs keep looking at me like "are we going to go now?" The look I get when we don't walk our three miles in the morning.

I will go to Sertoma today if only to get out of the house and get some grocery shopping done.

And after more than two years - it may even be three - bluebirds are finally checking out the bluebird house. A titmouse had a clutch in there the Spring before last but I've cleaned it out since then. I will have to get some seed and try again for a picture. I'll mix in some dried mealworms - they prefer bugs.

They are so shy and so fast and the camera batteries are charging as I watch them check out the nest box right now. 

Friday, November 5, 2010

I LOVE Buddy

You know this - he knows this.
 
Here's another reason why. I felt SO bad last night I figured he could sleep with me because he gets stressed when I am sick and he doesn't get to be nurse.
 
His bed manners were perfect all night - next to hip, purring, an occasional adjustment, but otherwise still, warm and comforting. Until 5a. When I normally start to stir and prepare to get up. Well, not happening. I am SICK. Feel like I'll fall over when I bend over. At least the cold will be over for this year.
 
Anyway, he starts the "whisper-meowing" around five and I figure he can wait until 5:30a and I'll let him out when I go downstairs to let the dogs out - bless them too this week with their prompt elimination - and after a few more quiet meows he settles down. Nothing is more endearing than a Siamese who goes "meow."
 
Then: "yak yak yak." For some reason the sound of vomit rouses me and I open the door and let him out. Just a bit of fluid, NO food. Drop a rag and step on it... Hmmm. I smell poo.
 
Crap, the dogs haven't made it. Put on the slippers, go downstairs, let them out, clean litter boxes, feed cats, let dogs back in, feed them, open computer and answer emails and send one to Chris saying "coming in later, feel like death." Heh. But I do! Let the dogs out again after their breakfast and it occurs to me that they haven't messed their crates. Hmmm. Why did I smell poo?
 
Batten the hatches and prepare to crawl back into bed until 11a (last possible moment to still be on-air in Raleigh at 2p - that is if I want to be clean, dressed and made-up) plus I have Albany Saturday night to track, "live" spots to produce for Monday morning's Live appearance in Apex (am), which will mean I have to leave the house no later than 6:15a. Sucks to be me right now (moneymoneymoneymoney).
 
Have arrived back in the boudoir and yes, the smell of poo is still in the air - and pretty strong too. Step on the yak rag once more for good measure and follow my nose into the walk-in closet with dread in my heart. Things have not been put away with German housewife like efficiency lately (HELLO! I HAVE BEEN SICK IN CASE YOU'RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION), so I am concerned at what I will find - poo-smeared velvet or silk? Please let it be a lowly t-shirt.
 
Way more better. My most excellent Buddy has crapped on a clear plastic Clinique Beach tote. Nowhere else. Very loose, obviously not something he could have "held." But on the closest thing to a litterbox he could find.
 
And now I know who else needs a sulfa drug for the outbreak of coccidia we've been dealing with since Mini moved in. I'm guessing we now know she's the carrier too.
 
Crap. ; )
 

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Earrings - Piece(ez?) 3

I am going to miss this class. I have fairy opals coming which will involve wrapping and beading and I bought a beautiful cabbed labradorite that I will make a setting by riveting wire to hold it to a fine silver frame and suspend from its points (it's a triangle - the one that's not equilateral - isosoleze? stoopid math) from a chain. I love making pretty things.




Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I Haz a Sick

And I don't have a voice. I have let the dogs out, contacted work (if you are a radio person with no voice, you don't go to work), and cancelled the chiro/acu appointment. I will DRAG myself to the polls with a hoodie over my peejays and come home to the soup I've started.

Last night was the last metal class - I finished my earrings and came home early. You'll just have to wait for the picture.