April Fools Day, meaning, it's our 19th anniversary, though our wedding was on the 28th; meaning, also, I'll be 51 in a couple of days, which is anticlimactic compared to 50.

I'm feeling defeated by the building project, (which will go on until the end of April, I estimate,) by gallery stuff, and national guild stuff. But most of all, I'm sad about not seriously being able to get on with my 2009 weaving year, and at this rate, not for a wee while yet. I try to work incrementally, but it's been unsatisfying.

I should be feeling a bit more chipper as my stuff seems to be selling fairly constantly at The Suter, and I get wonderful support from the women there, Andrea, Anna, and Julie. And a volunteer whose name I can't remember.

There's a Twitter-related discussion on Cally's and Lynne's blogs, but I'm glad I'm off Twitter; it's too busy and too noisy for me. I've been scarce in Facebook for a few days, and it's been nice. I'm not reading nor drawing. I need silence, and I wonder how this period of my life is going to be a good thing, looking back, in future.

The above pic is a tiny bamboo spoon; it has nothing to do with the content of the post.


  1. Happy anniversary to you and Ben!

    I do hope you find your stride soon. I can feel your frustration from here.

  2. Thank you, friend... But YOU SHOULD BE DOING OTHER THINGS!!!! Like having conversations, or laundry (??), or... planning your holiday!

  3. Happy Anni!
    Happy B-day!
    Happy Weaving! you'll be back at it soon enough.

    relax Meg, its all groovy.

  4. Sorry to disappoint you!

    We're at work. After only one day off we came back to work on Tuesday. There'll be plenty of holidays in the next couple of months (and none too soon either), but there are a few things to do this week first.

    Of course, in a cruel twist of fate the weather is gorgeous this week and probably won't be for the rest of the summer...

  5. Thanks, Lynne. I know you would have come up with groovier ways to express frustration - what was it I borrowed a while back? Anyway... What can I say? I woke up this morning to three separate dreams where either I or the protagonist (woman) was shot!

    Geodyne, I'm loosing track of time and days of the week. I got myself in trouble at work for thinking there was one more week of March left. Likewise I forgot that it would have been Tuesday your time. Anyway, the weather will be good for you two. I promise. It's getting colder and colder here, meaning, it's got to get warmer your way.

  6. Hi Meg, the bamboo spoon is lovely.

    Happy anniversary and a happy birthday too.

    I wonder why 51 is an anticlimax? I hope to find out in due course. I liked being 41 last summer because I had survived a whole year of being 40 - what a relief! It was o.k., I even enjoyed some of it ;) Also, I like getting older because I keep learning things and I get better at laughing - I think I get a bit less serious each year. I love the story today about your argument that had a funny ending. Many happy returns of the anniversary and birthday.

  7. I like nice, even numbers, Dorothy. What more can I say? ;-)

  8. Dorothy, I take it back. I am not feeling great about turning 51, because this side of 50, I've started to think a bit more seriously about how many good weaving years I have.

    I'm not going to die, I hope, tomorrow, and I'm not a invalid yet, but the deterioration of the mind and the body has been alarmingly fast in the last year. I'm reminded of my mother telling me, when I was in my late 20's, that if I wanted to do something in life, I need to learn it well in my 30s and work hard to be good at it in my 40s, because one's energy goes down drastically after 50, and she was right, in my case.

    So, every birthday has become a time of impressment, like she said it would.

  9. Meg there was a very successful novelist who wrote her first book at 70.

    Yes one's energy goes down, and the body grumbles, so you just have to think and plan more and then act decisively. Put in to practice everything you have learned.

    I'm sorry your mother burdened you with a negative view. O.K. so it's a bit late to compete in the Olympics, but the wisdom you gain with age has potential.

    When I'm seventy, maybe I'll write my first novel ;) I'll be going forwards until there's nowhere else to go.

  10. I hope I am reading when your novel comes out! I love the way you think, Dorothy! WAY! TO! GO!!!


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