Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Pitchers are kind of fun to make and they are so functional. Last summer someone requested a pitcher for Christmas this year. I guess they know they have to ask well in advance - and they most certainly do!!! So I make multiple pitchers hoping for a really good one. The pouring spout tore on this one so I added a leaf thinking that would solve the problem plus it would make it dressed up. Half of the problem was solved. Unfortunately it doesn't pour, the water runs around the edges of the leaf, grrr. It's still a nice form even though it doesn't pour perfectly and the glaze ran too much.
I am afraid to look outside this morning, I can hear wind gusting and it feels like rain. My greenhouse is still not fixed.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
There is something about this tile that is not quite right to my eye. There seems to be too much blue and it is; well, just too much do-nothing blue. Other eyes see things I don't. So perhaps someone will come along and see - a lake - the wind - or whatever they see. This one was destined for the holiday boutique sale in Half Moon Bay. After I put it into a nice frame the look of it may change and it will be ok to sell....
Today MAY be the day I start looking for someone to fix the window in the greenhouse. Winter WILL come and then I will be sorry, like the grasshopper that played all summer, eh? Finding help is hard, I'm not even talking about "good help" like I have heard it said. No, just someone that will return a phone call or show up when they say they will or even at all. I have an electrician that is not cheap but oh, so worth it, he comes on time and does a professional job. My plumber is good too; if he runs late, he calls me! If he can't come, he says so. My father could fix anything, I am like that; I like to work with my hands too. Oh, sure, I can fix it but sometimes it LOOKS like I fixed it myself. So, I will let the professionals earn their living too!!
My grandchildren saw the sewing machine sitting on the kitchen table and ran over to it and wanted to sew. I found some scraps of fabric and gave them a sewing lesson. My grandson made a pouch, I gave him some handmade ceramic beads to put on the ends of the pull-string and he had a "magicians pouch". He told grandpa, "I know I'm not supposed to like doing that but I do." My husband told me this sometime later. Note to self: Tell him he comes by it honestly, he likes to make things with his hands and it's ok.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Anyway, I am so proud of my daughter; she made this goal and by God, she finished it.
The heat was oppressive even at 5:30 a.m. when I got to her house and we loaded the children and the bikes and all of the other gear into the truck. It was kind of confusing to me but the children had witnessed this craziness before so they taught me the ropes.
Transition Area: The place where the participants switch from one activity to another. This is where we stayed most of the time. I found a patch of shade and sat there with my water and my camera.
Wow, Ann, you swam 500 meters in yucky Lake Las Vegas Water, bicycled 10 miles up and down hills and then ran 3.1 miles, I am really in awe. My son-in-law does these triathalon things so I was happy when he finished and then returned to run in with her to cross the finish line again.
My husband arrived to see the transition from bicycling to running and to see her cross the finish line. He looked at me and said, "You don't look so good." Funny, I felt sick too, but I kept thinking that I was just being a wimp. If Ann could do all these amazing things in this hellish heat, why couldn't I sit in the shade and cheer her on? Anyway, I survived and I haven't talked to her yet this morning - I hope she is resting and not too stiff!! You go kiddo!!! Can't wait to get home to post the photos I took of her during this ordeal.
In the meantime I kind of miss the people I used to communicate with via my blog. I don't mean to be such a crab; it's fear. When I am in fear I am not living in faith~ the opposite of faith is fear.