Monday, May 5
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Incredibly beautiful weather.
The cats let me sleep. They are quite terrible about walking all over me and howling when they deem it to be time for me to get up, and generally they wake me before I am truly ready to wake. Today they actually let me be, and I may have gotten a full eight hours.
Since it was a little later than I have been rising, it made me feel late for pottery, though that is all sort of subjective.
I did chores, and went to town, and went straight to pottery.
I didn't have a lot of time, but I made good use of what I had. I moved a piece from my drying shelf over to the cart to hopefully one day be fired. Things have slowed down for now because one of our two kilns needed repair, which I think got done today.
I threw an interesting shaped vase, no, I won't be posting pictures at this time. Maybe once it has been fired on Raku day.
Then I cleaned up, and waited for more people from the evening class to arrive. I accepted the task from the executive at the most recent meeting to address that class, and let them know that the offices of President and Vice President would be open for next fall, and that someone from this group might be interested, and would anyone be interested in being on the Communications Committee.
The whole time, I was feeling nervous and uptight, because though I had every reason to be there legitimately, this was the class that S, the self-appointed despot of pottery, has "her" beginners.
Weirdly enough, the current President popped in, saw me, and....ASKED ME WHY I WAS THERE. I had to remind her that SHE asked me to be there, to address that class. WOW. No wonder we're having some issues.
I was fortunate in that S was busy down in the kiln room, so I didn't have to confront her in any way.
See, that's how much fun it is to deal with S. In short, it isn't. Not for me, anyhow. I know others like her just fine.
Anyhow, after that I went to Winner's, and talked to my friend from pottery, D, on the phone the whole time. I talked to her about pottery, but we are also friends in "real life", so we talked about our lives. Her family stuff, health stuff, her daughter, her house needing repairs.
I talked mainly about this thing with the kayak, and how I should be dealing with it, since I don't think I've been doing a very good job of that. She was actually pretty helpful, not in that there was really an answer, but reminding me that maybe it's important to keep in mind how my husband FEELS about the kayak sitting in the garage waiting to be built.
It gave me something to think about.
We ended up talking a very long time, but I needed it, and I hope she got to speak about herself as much as she needed as well.
I am very glad I could talk to her, as I really don't have much for real "girlfriends" where I can really talk about personal stuff like that. I have my sisters, and I think I might burn them out, and I sometimes need a "non-family" perspective. My own sisters still see me as "the baby" and I don't know that they see me as an adult woman with real adult woman stuff going on.
I got groceries, which I am very grateful for, and headed home.
My Sweetie was still up, though he probably should have just gone to bed. He had gone climbing after work, and had a decent day of that.
We put away groceries, and he headed to bed.
I spent some time reading. I've been slowly gnawing my way through "Jerusalem" by Alan Moore. Moore is someone I normally think of as a comic book writer, or a fantasy novelist. "Jerusalem" is also kind of a fantasy novel about Northampton, UK.
It is a very strange read, and it's hard to describe. There are three books in this series, "Jerusalem" being the first. It's almost short stories, but they are like woven narratives that overlap, even though they are from different time periods.
There are references to characters in other stories, sometimes almost as ghosts.
Overall, it's kind of a history lesson about Northampton, where Alan Moore lived.
I started pulling up Google Street view to be able to "walk" along with the characters, because the book has big chunks of it where the characters are literally walking around just having thoughts about what they are seeing, and it's often historical references that I have to go look up.
It takes me about an hour to get through ten or so pages this way. Some parts go faster though.
I'm told that the middle book goes by faster, and does build on the background established by the first one, so it's not all isolated bits.
Incredibly beautiful weather.
The cats let me sleep. They are quite terrible about walking all over me and howling when they deem it to be time for me to get up, and generally they wake me before I am truly ready to wake. Today they actually let me be, and I may have gotten a full eight hours.
Since it was a little later than I have been rising, it made me feel late for pottery, though that is all sort of subjective.
I did chores, and went to town, and went straight to pottery.
I didn't have a lot of time, but I made good use of what I had. I moved a piece from my drying shelf over to the cart to hopefully one day be fired. Things have slowed down for now because one of our two kilns needed repair, which I think got done today.
I threw an interesting shaped vase, no, I won't be posting pictures at this time. Maybe once it has been fired on Raku day.
Then I cleaned up, and waited for more people from the evening class to arrive. I accepted the task from the executive at the most recent meeting to address that class, and let them know that the offices of President and Vice President would be open for next fall, and that someone from this group might be interested, and would anyone be interested in being on the Communications Committee.
The whole time, I was feeling nervous and uptight, because though I had every reason to be there legitimately, this was the class that S, the self-appointed despot of pottery, has "her" beginners.
Weirdly enough, the current President popped in, saw me, and....ASKED ME WHY I WAS THERE. I had to remind her that SHE asked me to be there, to address that class. WOW. No wonder we're having some issues.
I was fortunate in that S was busy down in the kiln room, so I didn't have to confront her in any way.
See, that's how much fun it is to deal with S. In short, it isn't. Not for me, anyhow. I know others like her just fine.
Anyhow, after that I went to Winner's, and talked to my friend from pottery, D, on the phone the whole time. I talked to her about pottery, but we are also friends in "real life", so we talked about our lives. Her family stuff, health stuff, her daughter, her house needing repairs.
I talked mainly about this thing with the kayak, and how I should be dealing with it, since I don't think I've been doing a very good job of that. She was actually pretty helpful, not in that there was really an answer, but reminding me that maybe it's important to keep in mind how my husband FEELS about the kayak sitting in the garage waiting to be built.
It gave me something to think about.
We ended up talking a very long time, but I needed it, and I hope she got to speak about herself as much as she needed as well.
I am very glad I could talk to her, as I really don't have much for real "girlfriends" where I can really talk about personal stuff like that. I have my sisters, and I think I might burn them out, and I sometimes need a "non-family" perspective. My own sisters still see me as "the baby" and I don't know that they see me as an adult woman with real adult woman stuff going on.
I got groceries, which I am very grateful for, and headed home.
My Sweetie was still up, though he probably should have just gone to bed. He had gone climbing after work, and had a decent day of that.
We put away groceries, and he headed to bed.
I spent some time reading. I've been slowly gnawing my way through "Jerusalem" by Alan Moore. Moore is someone I normally think of as a comic book writer, or a fantasy novelist. "Jerusalem" is also kind of a fantasy novel about Northampton, UK.
It is a very strange read, and it's hard to describe. There are three books in this series, "Jerusalem" being the first. It's almost short stories, but they are like woven narratives that overlap, even though they are from different time periods.
There are references to characters in other stories, sometimes almost as ghosts.
Overall, it's kind of a history lesson about Northampton, where Alan Moore lived.
I started pulling up Google Street view to be able to "walk" along with the characters, because the book has big chunks of it where the characters are literally walking around just having thoughts about what they are seeing, and it's often historical references that I have to go look up.
It takes me about an hour to get through ten or so pages this way. Some parts go faster though.
I'm told that the middle book goes by faster, and does build on the background established by the first one, so it's not all isolated bits.
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Date: 2025-05-07 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-05-07 07:24 am (UTC)She served as President this past year more or less because no one else came forward, so I appreciate her doing so. It did feel like she wasn't very interested in the position, was probably annoyed that there was a fair amount of real work to be done this year, mainly at my own insistence that we TRY to be more involved in the governance of our craft center instead of being passive and allowing one person to run the whole thing.
I got the feeling that the past President was still doing a lot of this role, and at some meetings did most of the speaking.
I don't know if she has any memory issues, but I wonder. She hasn't seemed overly on top of things.