Coffee in the Chicago skyline mug--just the dregs remain. "If Everyone Cared" by Nickelback on iTunes. The day marches (plods?) on. I have everything for today's fuse load cut, and I am putting the finishing touches on my article for Glass Patterns Quarterly. I am introducing a technique to make foil that can be cut, crumbled or used in sheet form out of mica powders. It's pretty cool, if I do say so myself. More info as the publication date approaches.
I am tired to my soul. I think I need some of Bridget's Stone Soup. Too bad I threw all the leftovers in the fridge out yesterday--though the reason I threw them out is that they were, well, bad. Today is the first day working on the Art institute order: 60 rectangular "Ocean" platters. Sophie is down making morceaux from the scrap and refilling frit jars so the maestro can sweep in and make the platters. It's good to be the maestro.
I have maybe another hour on the article and then two hours loading the kiln. Then, if I am efficient and right in my timing, I will have a free hour before I need to go get Jessie from zoo camp. I think I will take it in the sky chair on the front porch sipping lemonade and drowsing. I don't even have the energy to either start a new book or continue slogging through the fifth Harry Potter (again--before I read the sixth with the seventh coming out very soon).
Good Wednesday, Gentle Reader. Hope life is treating you well.
3 comments:
Thanks for reminding me> I need to reread 5 and 6 too. Before 6 came out I reread the first 5 again and have watched the first 4 movies about a zillion times. My daughter-in-law still won't let her kids see or read Harry Potter because they are dark. Funny, she lets them see Bewitched and Charmed and the other kinds on TV. She doesn't monitor what they watch on TV. I sometimes wonder if she knows that HP has been on prime time. O Well. the questions of the day is What is morceaux? Sophie sounds like a lot of help. Hope she stays.
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Sadly Sophie--who is my intern for two months and also my goddaughter from Paris--will be going home next week.
Morceaux is just a fancy "fureign" word for "morsels". They're the chunks of clear irid glass I put in all my Morceaux de Verre pieces--and a great way to use up all my clear irid scrap!.
Mmm, mmm, good. Stone soup. Yummy. Fresh-tasting. Delicious.
Wow.
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