Where did the month of October go?
It is finally getting “seasonably” cool on the hill, and I am sitting here listening to a classic Maine Nor’easter beating away at my walls. The house isn’t buttoned up for winter just yet and I will again be a bit late getting it done. The pottery move is but one reason but at least this year plain old fashioned laziness will not be on that list.
I am tired, achy, cranky and a bit overwhelmed. I have lost precious sleep on many occasions and wondered where all of this is going.. But I keep coming back to the same sense of adventure and a feeling that it is heading in a good direction. Somehow, this is all going to work out for the better.
That’s so unlike me that it has to be true.
The building is getting more and more empty with each passing day. Now I am down to the bric-a-brac and tiny bits that manage to fill up box after box. I’m talking about Scotch tape, pencils, staplers, yardsticks, rulers, brushes, box cutters, office supplies and a few odds and ends of pottery that I forgot I had. Some of this stuff has had over 80 years to get distributed around the place and has used its time well. Some gets tossed into boxes that I’ll have to find a home for and some of it is getting left right where it is. I can’t take it all.
But sometimes it feels as though I’m at an animal shelter trying to decide which pet to take home with me. Selecting one makes me feel like I’m abandoning all the others. I can’t stand it. So I bit my lower lip and make some decisions.
I can’t take it all. And I don’t really want to.
I’m spending a lot of time cleaning up after myself, but only in the larger sense. There is a fair amount of dry clay on the floor here and there, but after all, the building is slated to be torn down. There’s no need to go through the place with a vacuum cleaner.
I brought all of the glaze buckets home yesterday. Somehow, I managed to find an out-of-the -way spot for them. They now line the wall under the bathroom window. That has led to the most recent change int he atmosphere on Union Street.
Remember this?
Well, now it looks like this:
Sigh.
Day 22 down, 3 to go. I think I’ll make it.