I can’t believe I used to have the patience to do this kind of work, but I did . . .
That was a long time ago.
I started a gigantic Spring Cleaning with the incoming kiln ordeal, and that Spring Cleaning has now taken on a life of its own, and is torturing me.
I still have not received a bracket for the kiln. The kiln maker has now told me that the only guy they got who knows how to do it, is also a firemen so hasn’t been around in “awhile” but he will get to it when he is.
“So, that’s the time frame?” I asked. “seriously?”
And I kid you not, he said, “Well, you’ve waited since September, so why the big rush now?”
I hung up first and flipped him off second.
We see once again that procrastination is not a good thing, I am nevertheless, writing this blog post because I am procrastinating on the cleaning project from hell.
I am giving away, I am recycling, I am throwing away when there is no alternative. And I am whining all the way.
I thought i was making progress, But you know how cleaning one area leads you to another area so you can put some stuff away, but that area is full of other stuff, which has to be cleared of other stuff, before you can put different stuff there? Then you get to five or more areas where it’s all “in progress”, and you want to crawl under one of the piles and hide?
And the “in progress” looks so much worse than the original mess.
This is not tornado alley, but you wouldn’t know it by looking.
I have found that my favored solution – whining – has not moved much stuff to a different place, so it will take doing more than that, I’m afraid.
Whining has moved Mark to a different place – at least for this afternoon. He couldn’t take it, poor thing.
But the bright side is the stuff you find that is really precious that you haven’t thought about in years.
Like my Wurlitzer Jukebox drawing from the 80’s. It was all done with tiny tipped Rapidograph pens and India Ink. It was all black ink, so the fact that some of it has turned Sepia is interesting. I sorta like it better.
I also found this pen & ink drawing . . .
The ink all stayed black on this one, and all of those dainty little hash marks, etc. were done on Cold Press Arches watercolor paper. I must have run through some clogged pen nibs that time.
So, I’m just going to hope that there are treasures like these under a lot more of the piles – that each pile has a smile, if you will. All I have to do is get to the bottom of them.
Happy Sunday – hope you are having more fun than I am!