It is a gorgeous day today- hot and sunny. The back yard is full of goldenrod and queen anne’s lace, and in the front garden the fragrant stock are back (having bloomed in the spring. Monday I picked a bouquet of the white ones with the lace and the goldenrod. Tomorrow is “Weather Complaints Day”, not a big one, but then there aren’t any big holidays today, either (although I think remembering victims of oppression is apt just now). How much more comfortable to celebrate Buttered Corn or Spongecake, and try not to think about people who are OK with abusing others.
Thursday, 24: Strange Music Day, Knife Day and Waffle Day, & the anniversary of the Pompeii disaster
Friday, 25: Banana Split Day, Secondhand wardrobe Day, Whiskey Sour Day, Forgive your Foe Friday,
Saturday, 26: Dog Day, Cherry Popsicle Day, Toilet Paper Day, Women’s Equality Day, Speak Kind words Saturday
Sunday, 27: Burger Day, PotsdeCreme Day, “Just Beause” Day, Tarzan Day, Sacrifice wants for Others’ Needs Sunday
Monday, 28: Cherry Turnover Day, Red Wine Day Bow Tie Day, Read Comics in Public Day, Motorist Consideration Day
Tuesday, 29: Chop Suey Day, Lemon Juice Day, According to Hoyle Day, Day vs. Nuclear Testign, Touch a Heart Tuesday
Wednesday, 30: Toasted Marshmallow Day, Beach Day, Slinky Day, Holistic Pet Day, Willing to lend a Hand Wednesday
Thursday, 31: Eat Outside Day, Trail Mix Day, Thoughtful Thursday (these are part of Be Kind to Humankind Week)
Not much has happened this week (and it will look like less as I seem to have misplaced my camera again). Over the weekend the girls went to PopCult Anime Con. They packed and went down on Friday- there was a lot of positive energy there- until I got a call, they’d left one of Kat’s hatboxes full of products behind. The drive to Framingham was “only” 80 minutes, could I bring it? So yes, I did. And in exchange I got to see some of the cool costumes and look around Artist’s Alley. This reminded me how much I really dislike selling art (I’m tensing up just thinking about it!) I’ve never had the nerve to be in a juried show, I am not thrilled even negotiating prices for the work I do offer. Clearly this is not something I can do, and I really admire that the girls can not only do this, but enjoy it. Like my father, they get joy from watching people walk away with something that has just enhanced their lives. My problem is that mostly I experience the people who look and don’t see anything they want. Well, that’s the variety that makes the world work I guess. I did enjoy watching all the “Japanese Schoolgirls in colored hair”, and seeing Willow in her cosplay of the con mascot. Apparently the woman who’d designed the mascot also loved seeing her in the outfit, so that’s good. She was adorable (sorry about no picture). Kat wore the lolita based on Adric’s outfit- when she was packing Thursday night she found a spot and spent much of the night dealing with that, but she has mad cleaning skills. I suppose it’s part of her whole “goddess of clothing” skillset.
My weekend was spent working on the painting of the clockmaker. I am doing all the “fiddly bits”: the row of clocks, the tools and clock springs on the table, the freaking PLAID SHIRT. No, never again, I hate plaid! I should have just said no in the beginning. Faces I can do- no problem, but plaid is easier to weave than to paint. I spent a while day on that. Also, the trick is trying to achieve a balance- the face should be in more detail than the background pieces, so I have to sort of “soft focus” them, and clockwork doesn’t show up too well that way. Well, he’s coming over tomorrow for the sitting, and I hope he likes it.
I also got a call from the lady who got this year’s painting in the Public TV auction, (and wants to buy another as well) so I’ll be starting right in on those right away. I am sort of psyched, but also sort of disturbed because the house still looks like the “Pennsic bomb” went off in it.
Steve came up on Sunday, and we had a lovely pot roast (because it was cool enough to bake it for four hours). Saturday Mark came over and brought burgers and corn on the cob, so I got some socialization as well. Saturday evening Robert dropped off another load of short cuts (that fit our stove), and John’s been putting in a few minutes a day splitting the pieces that need splitting. Robert apparently doesn’t buy any oil at all, but heats totally with wood! I’m impressed.
Willow has started going back to Avi’s for the afternoons- Avi gave her last week to “recover” from Pennsic. School will be starting soon, so rather than going at noon, she’ll just be doing after school again. Kat sold so much of her accessories that she’s working on refilling her stock. This year we are going to be fewer Pagan Pride Days- Western Mass has moved to the same day as New Hampshire, and Eastern Mass seems to have gone away.
Monday was the eclipse. Here in New Hampshire I noticed a slightly strange quality to the light during the central hour, but that was about it. The eclipse glasses did arrive in time, so we got to look up at the eclipse periodically and watch the shadow of the moon cross the sun. I tried to make a pin-hole camera, but apparently my hole was too small. I saw other people’s pictures of using colanders and that would have been better. My favorite part is the dancing crescents on the ground where bits of light come through the leavees of the trees. That’s very cool! I read that in 7 years there’ll be another eclipse coming to Northern NH. If I can I’d like to travel up to see that in the “total eclipse” part. Frankly partial eclipses are pretty much non-events.
We had friends who went to the Boston protests on Saturday. I think I caught more of it because I was listening to the radio in the car, driving the hatbox down, than I would have otherwise. (I put old TV shows on while painting- when I’ve seen them before they don’t distract as much.) Sounds like Boston was being very careful, and even if the speakers had gotten to speak, it seems like most of them weren’t white supremacists. We really do need to keep reminding the hateful few that even if they hang around with others like themselves, they are mistaken if they think the majority of people think like them. Sadly, it’s far too easy to let a well-spoken bigot get elected, and we are suffering for it now. But I hope that we can minimize the damage caused by this administration, and that in becoming more active participants, we will become stronger for having been reminded of the dangers of complascency.
I have to learn that lesson myself. Last week the studio wouldn’t let Katherine Smith on at all, and we had to cancel. I really do have to seek a new venue if I want to keep being a talkshow host. Or maybe I should give up on it. I hate giving up on anything, but sometimes it’s appropriate. Tonight CoyoteSkyWoman will be talking about the book the Alchemist- if the tech part works. The producer thinks it’s my computer. I find that hard to believe, but it’s possible. I’m also thinking about the seller of glass in the Alchemist, who never went on the Hajj. Traveling to Mecca has long been his dream, but when the boy asks why he never made the trip, and the merchant says that, if he did, he would no longer have anything to live for. He prefers to have his dream. I sometimes wonder if I’d rather dream about being an artist than to be one. I have accomplished some amazing, even ridiculous, things in my life, many that would be considered impossible, so clearly I can get stuff done. If I haven’t done something (like get a book published, or get paid as an artist), that makes me wonder if I’d rather have it in potential than in reality. It’s something to think about- certainly one of the things that makes this book such a great one.
Well, last week was a very long letter- this week should balance it out a bit.
“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” ― Paulo Coelho,