If you were to come into my studio today, you would have been greeted by the smell of Greek honey cookies baking. 16 dozen of them.
Ava was playing, she did say they smelled great. But she really wasn't interested in making them with me.
That's a lot of cookies, let me tell ya.
And a huge mess.
I did think about taking pictures, but honestly, my hands were all honey and dough, and it was just too much trouble.
Tomorrow is my last chance to get done what I need to do. Then Friday, the open house will begin. From 10-5 for three days, people will be dropping by. I will be doing weaving demonstrations, and showing people how to weave. I will be "on" all weekend long.
By Sunday, I will be totally tired.
Who am I kidding? I'm tired now!
Lately, I have begun to enjoy sleeping in. But let me clarify. By sleeping in, I mean 7:30 ish. Even 7:45 at times. OMG. I feel totally lazy about it, and it feels like I'm at a different place suddenly. I used to open my eyes any time after 6am, and my feet would hit the floor almost immediately. But these days, I am apparently being nicer to myself than usual. Now there's an idea.
Today a man from my home town was killed. He was well known to the community, from his bleached blond hair, to his skin tight spandex jogging pants. He ran all over town.....miles and miles and miles. He was an electrician, but never ordinary or boring.
This morning, while jogging up the highway right outside of town, he was hit by a tractor trailer. The driver didn't even realize that he had hit anyone. Someone found him much later, in the ditch. Alledgedly, his last words were "blue tractor trailer".
So whatever complaint I have today.....my foot hurts, I'm tired, my house is disgusting because I spend so much time at the studio, whatever........I'm alive. I'm here. I get another chance at it tomorrow. I can be a better person, I can work harder, give more, be kinder, learn something, I can create myself all over again, tomorrow.
Every day the sun comes up, and every day that I am here to see it, I am grateful.
