It's been raining in Stillwater. Great big GUSHING afternoons of rain with wind and lightening and a drop in temperature that I'm craving more than sugar or caffeine. I'll stand outside watching until small limbs begin to snap or the the tornado sirens go off. They do. Frequently. It's raw, primitive weather than seems oddly misplaced in this benign and quiet town. And it's wonderful.
I leave to go back to Nevada in a week or two. I'll be driving part of the way with friend Anna who's leaving for art school and then either train or bus the remainder of the trip. There are oddly merits to both. The train is easier to sleep on. The bus is cheaper and oddly quicker. Both offer opportunities for reading and zoning. Playing silly games on the laptop and tenacity. It takes a special patience to deal with the bus and I'm glad I have it. I don't fly. I will avoid it unless it's simply impossible to do otherwise.
The cats are circling. The storm has made them restless. They've hunted fiercely lately and while I don't like living mice...dead ones aren't so much fun either. You can't be mad at a cat for being a cat. Shudder. Shudder.
I'll be sad to give up playing with glass for a while. Melting glass has given me a fresh awareness of color and new found patience. To make and sell what I make is infinitely more rewarding than to buy and resell and I'm grateful I've had this opportunity. Here's to summer. I hope you've all been as blessed as I have.
I leave to go back to Nevada in a week or two. I'll be driving part of the way with friend Anna who's leaving for art school and then either train or bus the remainder of the trip. There are oddly merits to both. The train is easier to sleep on. The bus is cheaper and oddly quicker. Both offer opportunities for reading and zoning. Playing silly games on the laptop and tenacity. It takes a special patience to deal with the bus and I'm glad I have it. I don't fly. I will avoid it unless it's simply impossible to do otherwise.
The cats are circling. The storm has made them restless. They've hunted fiercely lately and while I don't like living mice...dead ones aren't so much fun either. You can't be mad at a cat for being a cat. Shudder. Shudder.
I'll be sad to give up playing with glass for a while. Melting glass has given me a fresh awareness of color and new found patience. To make and sell what I make is infinitely more rewarding than to buy and resell and I'm grateful I've had this opportunity. Here's to summer. I hope you've all been as blessed as I have.
