The annual Studio Tour is this weekend and I’m doing nonstop, back-to-back firings.
The house is a mess, the yard is a tangle of weeds and dead plants, the lawn is a lovely hue of yellow ochre, and the smattering of rocks euphemistically referred to as a flagstone path will no doubt cause collectors-in-waiting to trip and break their legs. I forget what color stone makes up the patio. I think it used to be green. It is actually not the color of moldy clay.
There is no way I’ll be ready. I have to call in sick. Now. But when do I have time to make the call? I’m too busy with more important stuff. Like not getting sick. My beloved daughter has been fighting something off for three days. I am a kind and caring mother and I dote on her. Get to work, sister. Vacuum the house. Mow the crunchy brown lawn. And don’t breathe on me.
I’ve put a lot of pressure on myself to create new, affordable work for the economic downturn, and it’s getting to me. I’m not having fun anymore. Besides, what if nobody comes? Or what if people come, but nobody buys anything? Then where will I be? All that pressure for nothing. So I may as well have fun. AFTER I unload the kiln, glaze the next batch, fire up another load. Mow the lawn. Clean the house. Sweep the patio…