I haven't been as productive as I'd have liked. We moved back to Jersey to be closer to family and one of the first things that happened was that Joe's father passed away. He died quietly and painlessly in his sleep but there are loose ends that need to be tied off and always stuff that was left undone. I am truly grateful that my own mother is in robust health and has been able to be the wonder woman she always has been.
When my father was alive, he stressed that my sister and I learn the basics of plumbing and car repair because we might not have a man around and if we did he might not know any more than we did. I appreciate his wisdom more every day. Right now, these are the topics that occupy most of my thoughts.
I've spent the weekend virtuously tilling the soil and cleaning. The poor old truck may have breathed its last moving to Jersey. We spent half the afternoon trying to get it to start and nada. Finally, under cover of darkness, we pushed it uphill out of the driveway and eased it back in to make it look like it can move on it's own. I don't want to see it go to car heaven. It's been good to us and even with 350K miles I don't think it's quite dead yet.
Beads - that's what I'm blogging about
I actually found a way to phrase the way I feel about lampworking:
I approach glass the way an alchemist would. I start with a few basic principles, all probably wrong, and add fire. Love it!