Weaving, Trying to Make Sense of my Time at the Bottom of this Planet, Occasionally Tending our Sisyphaen Patch
by the Goddess of Procrastination and Expert Forgetter
Saturday, January 27, 2007
No Opening
When I came home, I knew I was running on fume. I was so tired Ben had to repeat three times everything he said. So after supper and a bit of rest, I went downstairs to weave. Though it took me longer to establish a rhythm, it was relaxing and enjoyable. After 40 minutes my mind cleared and I could think again, and I had one recurring thought: THANK GOODNESS I HAD ENOUGH FORESIGHT TO FORGO THE OPENING!!!
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Hi Meg,
ReplyDeleteGood luck - you're almost there!
What? Where, Paul? Almost insane? You should be here helping us - wanna meet us at the gallery today? Loads more work, I'm afraid. I'll let you sit in the dog-hair chair and select CDs to play while we work. I'll make you horrible instant coffee in exchange.
ReplyDeleteI hate instant coffee, you're on your own :)
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
Girly herbal tea? I'm taking a couple of boxes of them.
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