I got to thinking about one of my favorite childhood beliefs. Somewhere, sometime, somehow, I was told that at midnight on Christmas Eve, animals can speak. (I mean our languages not theirs.). I not only believed, I wanted to have a conversation.
I remember asking my mom about our pets. I got her usual eye roll and snort,
“They do not speak. Go to bed.”
I tried dad.
“I want to talk to Ophelia, (my guinea pig), at midnight. You have to get me up in time to hear her.”
Dad, who always sort of understood about such stuff, said:
“Sweetheart, I can’t get you up because you might run into Santa. I’ll talk to her for you. Go to bed now.”
Thus assured, off to bed I went.
In the morning, I asked dad what Ophelia said.
“She said Merry Christmas and then fell back asleep.”
Mom rolled her eyes and snorted.
A couple of years ago, after a couple of eggnogs, I prodded my dachshunds awake at midnight.
They rolled their eyes and snorted.
Have a magical holiday everyone!
I just realized I haven’t blogged for a over a week.
I haven’t listed anything new on my Etsy site.
I haven’t IG’ed. (Is that a verb now? Don’t know.)
It isn’t that I am depressed, or sad, or really even that busy with holiday preparations. I just haven’t, well, felt like it. No reason. I just seem to want sit on the couch with a nice cup of coffee or wine depending on the time of day.
Whenever I am in one of these moods, (shall I call it a malaise? a funk? sulking? – no – all those are sorta right and sorta wrong), I reach for my Harry Potter books.
I know I am a grown up. (Very grown up if the truth be told.) But there are indeed times when to escape to J. K. Rowling’s world is just what I seem to need. I’ll pick a book at random and keep reading until it is time to stop. And I’ll realize it is time blog, list items in Etsy, and in general, come back to reality. This time, I’m just in time for the holiday!
A peek at the last pair of earrings I listed:
I always seem to be altering something in my life.
Jobs for one. I was once the corporate employee. For quite awhile. Then not.
I’ve done retail. Part time because I really don’t think I could ever handle a full time retail job.
Then of course there are the “self improvement” moments. Scrupulous about taking my vitamins and sticking to WW. (Closely followed by mouthfuls of ice cream eaten out of the pint container.)
I could go on, but the point today is to say: No matter what, I always return to clay. And that is sort of changing too. Or perhaps evolving.
When I started, I made rather small and intricate pieces. I still do technique driven pieces such as:
I do like the above ring… quite a bit actually … however, I find myself drawn to the design driven pieces:
Minimal and asymmetrical. Yep. That is definitely what I am gravitating towards these days. Perhaps that means I’m streamlining? I don’t know. I do know I am really enjoying this current tangent. I think it will be fun to see where it goes – and how it changes.
I can’t focus today. Restless. At sixes and sevens. Even so, I’ve decided to sit down and try to concentrate. Maybe writing will help me back on track.
I thought a bit of yoga would help. I pulled out the mat and cued up my favorite follow-at-home-yoga on youtube. I lit my brand new wonderful meditation candle (from StarDustRemedies). Lastly, before I started, I bribed our dogs into their kennels (they are very sweet and try very hard to help me in my positions. (Although I think they may actually be giggling at me.)). I turned on the video and heard *Snort* . I replied “yoga girls”.
“Welcome my friends. lets sit in a…”,
*snortal* / “yoga girl”,
“comfortable position. Breathe deeply, filling…”,
*yarp* / “yoga”,
“all sides of the lungs..”,
**arf** / “Yoga”,
I did the moves anyway. I say ‘moves’ because I can’t really say my focus was there.
On the bright side, I’ve just realized how late in the afternoon it is. Must be happy hour. And there’s wine chilling in the frig. Best idea I’ve had all day. Yep, I’ll try blogging tomorrow. or the next day.
P. S. a bracelet for today:
Yesterday my aging, blind dachshund had a full dental.
Obviously, she needed to be knocked out for the cleaning. I know it can be dangerous, but of course it is necessary. (If I think about it, I’ve had my share of deep dental cleanings and “mild procedures” during which I would have preferred to be unconscious. Really for most of them. All of them. But I digress.) She did wonderfully with no extractions! When Dave brought our groggy girl home and she dined on a little chicken and water. After a chaperoned tour of the backyard, she came in and promptly fell asleep on her favorite pillow.
Meanwhile, I had come across a Librarians movie marathon. As the first movie got underway, I made popcorn and settled down for the duration. Just as Noah was hacking his way thru the jungle, I heard an odd sound from the floor. My dear dachshund was lurching to her feet. Thinking she needed help for an outdoor trip, I called for Dave. She was very unsteady and staggered towards me. She bounced against the couch, my leg, the couch, my ankle and then sat down hard. Alarmed, I looked to Dave. He shrugged and said, “give her some popcorn,”. Sure enough, The scent of popcorn had revived our girl! huwa!
I made a mistake today. I thought I had to work 12 -8. Did my usual morning routine, said byebye to Dave and my dogs, drove to work. To find out my shift actually starts at 4p. Ooops and yipee! Even though one manager and one supervisor offered to find ‘stuff’ for me to do, I ran for it! I feel like a kid being sent home early from school because the snow was falling too fast.
What to do?
Well, there are Golden Girls reruns that could be watched. Start work on a special order. Coffee and a snack? Yes to it all!
Even though I will have to drive back soon.. what a treat!
By the way… Another piece from my Etsy shop:
Have fun today… at least for a couple of hours…
There is something absolutely delightful about staying home on – as Pooh would say – a blustery day. I was going to go to this coffee shop I know. I’ve been there once, it was very pleasant. I wanted to make it a Thursday morning thing. This Thursday morning it was blustery, but the rain had stopped. I decided make myself presentable and drive to the coffee shop. No mocha today, just a nice coffee. I dressed and looked out to rain/sleet/snow. Suddenly the shop seemed oh so far away and my own coffee pot was so nearby. Today I’ll have to make my own and cuddle the dogs.
Today’s peek of my Etsy shop:
I set up my work area. It is bright and happy with my dachshunds napping nearby. It’s cold and horrid outside, but I don’t have to go anywhere and it is warm and cozy inside. Settled down. Comfy chair. Poked at a bit of clay. Sat and stared. Decided I wanted a snack.
A snack. That is what brings me to today’s topic.
Last week, I rejoined Weight Watchers (aka WW). I used a new screen name and account to symbolize my fresh restart. (The last time neither my heart nor mind were really into the program and therefore failed.) Of course, I have been a bit obsessive about the program; working out recipes, tracking steps, and logging my points. The free style program is pretty easy – flexible with about a gazillion zero point foods. If there should be a special occasion, say Valentine’s Day, one merely saves her points for the celebration. And today I believe I have discovered an eating trigger: Can’t connect with clay? Snack! (For some reason I see an everything bagel, still warm, with butter and cream cheese. (I can save up the points but I’m also gluten-free. Crud.)) Well.
So today has not been a brilliantly successful day claywise. On the other hand, I’ve learned a lot dietwise. And still, I could do something with clay this evening? It could work… hmmm … there’s also tomorrow… But today was still a start!