Alas, alack, when I was young - a mere slip of a lass - really a toothpick of a slip of a lass - I visited a bordertown of Mexico with my family. There I saw a glassworks where men of all ages dressed in cotton drawstring pants and that's it made simply beautiful glass things. They had a crucible and globs of glass hanging on the end of pipes that they blew into and twirled and so forth. I so wanted that life. I really did. I wanted, even at 12, to know that my life was set - oh I was of such and such a family and a boy and we were automatically apprenticed at twelve to a life of making beautiful things out of glass. The end.
Here was my day:
Got up early but not as early as yesterday. Worked for two hours on revision of True.
Worked for a couple of hours on farmers' profiles.
took out compost
worked a bit more
went to high school to sit on uncomfortable chairs and talk with belaguered teachers about the kids.
put in a plug for Death the Musical with the music and drama teachers
went to the grocery store to get the usual thingys
picked up a bag of dog food wrong as there was no way to pick it up right
put back out
came home and got Felix to unload car
looked up audition pieces for Felix
met SP at door with hands on back in the famous 'I put my back out please be kind to me' mudra
opened box of vegies - our first from one of the farms (we joined the csa) what fun! sweet corn, apples, potatoes, sweet pot., turnup, daikon radish, green peppers and more!
worked with Felix on audition pieces for tomorrow night translating shakespearean english in a Hamlet speech to something he might get so he could give it the right innotations.
phoned K. to tell her I would go to the women in business meeting tonight.
and now I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed in fancy women in business clothes (can you say shoulder pads?)
I just accidently hung up the phone on someone phoning. yikes.
Can you see how far this is from the simple life of a craftsperson which I envisioned?
Not anyone's fault. Just thinking about it.