• Wow, at 10:20 a.m. the heat index here is already at 105 degrees. It will definitely be an indoor weekend for us. Sandy is not supposed to go out for long in temps above 85 and I’ve never been able to take the heat. One of many reasons I’d like to move to northwest North America, but it would be a extremely slim chance that I would give up my great job willingly. Something terrible would have to happen, like what happened at Greensboro College, and I can’t foresee that possibility at all. I loved my job at Greensboro College, too. It’s just that its leader at the time didn’t care about his employees. I’m so glad that they have turned things around, but I’m sad that it was after so many good people either were fired unjustly or driven out by outrageousness.

    Whoa, how did I end up there? Well, the coffee pot post is supposed to be stream-of-consciousness, an exercise in writing constantly until my little 4 cup coffee pot runs out. I do it on weekends or holidays when I have plenty of time and I try to do it at least weekly.

    Now that that lil bit of angst has been blown out of my system, I can report a much better week with the hand problem.

    I’m planning to make paper today if Susanne can make my pulp this morning. It’s so hot and the mosquitoes are so bad that if she can’t do it, I’ll hope to do it tomorrow. Lifting vats of water is the only problem here, and Sandy can help me with that. The rest I should be able to do without much pain as long as I take lots of breaks, because I’m doing it with both hands in balance, rather than holding a needle and my hands in tension.

    I’ve been preparing okra stalks all week. These are stalks that Charlie brought to me last fall when the Montessori school garden was cleaned up for winter. I broke some up to store in the studio, but most of them I left on the ground on top of pine needle mulch under the pear tree to break down over the winter. Then I forgot about them.

    So, the first step was to remove all the ants and pillbugs that had taken up residence in them. I busted them up into pieces small enough to fit in my canning pot, and didn’t notice the ants until the frantic exodus when I filled the pot with water to soak the stalks. So out they went to the deck for the first night, ants carrying the eggs of the colony to find a safer place. I hate ants, and I love ants. It’s complicated.

    I noticed a few paper fiber-capable plants around the deck to add: joe-pye weed stalks, day lily flower stems, and a dracaena-like houseplant that never made it through repotting. So I added those to the mix. The black fibers on the outside of the okra stalks were literally peeling off on their own.

    I soaked the stalks the next day, and boiled them that night with soda ash for a couple of hours. Inside, so it was stinky even with the range hood fan on. It was too stormy outside to do it, and I was determined to get this done so that I could scratch my itch to do something art-wise. Sandy helped me put the pot on the deck, and I left them to soak in the soda ash water for the night and day.

    The next night, I rinsed the stalks and poured the soda ash water out in a part of the yard where I’m trying to kill the undergrowth. You do not want to pour soda ash water in your garden, too caustic. I did this just until the water ran mostly clear, as I could not deal with the skeeters having me for supper any more.

    The next night, I took the stalks inside and worked on them in my kitchen sink. I cut the tender stalks down to pieces of 1-2 inches and pulled the outside fibers off the tough stalks, then rinsed them until the water ran clear through a screen. The tough stalk pieces went into the compost pile.

    Last night, I took them to Susanne, who will beat these along with some abaca fiber into pulp in her hollander beater for me.

    That’s the saga of the beginning process. Now maybe you know why I charge so much for my handmade paper books! Recycled paper is much easier, but there is something appealing to me about getting down to the essentials of a thing. I love the earthiness of natural paper.

    Pictures later? Maybe. Stay cool, y’all.

  • A quick lunchtime post to say that I am in better spirits, despite the fact that my wonderful friend Masoud Awartani died yesterday. He and his family have many dear friends and he will be sorely missed in our community. He had been in bad health for three years, but in the end it was hepatitis, not the cancer, that took his body from us. His spirit will never die.

    I was thinking last night that it is very odd that I have had five friends die in the last couple of years at the age of 48.

    My chiropractor and I decided to discontinue the chiropractic work and at some point I am going back to the Hand Center for more physical therapy. I have had a couple of good nights of sleep and my hands feel better.

    Last night I boiled a bunch of okra stalks with soda ash and set the pot out on the deck (with Sandy’s help) for the stalk pieces to soak in the soda ash water today. After work I’ll rinse them out good and Susanne will help me make paper pulp in her beater. So there is papermaking in my near future.

    Hopefully soon I’ll feel up to handling my camera again, since I am enrolled in Photography I this coming semester.

  • Just to let you know that I’m still around…a very short post. A very frustrated and depressed post, but I’m trying.

    Last night was a bad one with my hands. A lot of numbness, and that disrupts my sleep. Plus, I’ve started getting these frequent muscle twitches in my neck – not painful, but disconcerting. I’m still seeing my chiropractor, so I guess that we’ll address this on Monday and decide what to do from here.

    Anyway, this means that it is difficult to type. In fact, it is difficult to do ANYTHING. Anything except walk, so that’s what I did early this morning. I’ll keep this up until my hips say no. Which is a real possibility, unfortunately – I had some major pain yesterday in that region that felt suspiciously like bursitis again.

    I’m reading Anne Lamott and Pema Chodron, trying to figure out how to get through this with my sanity intact.

    I started Weight Watchers last week and lost 1.8 lbs my first week. I figure that my weight is something that I can do something about, and it should make it easier on the rest of my body not to carry thirty extra pounds around. The short time that I spent in therapy several years ago taught me one good thing – focus on the things you can control.

    If I don’t post for a while, I’m probably still here, thinking about all the artwork and gardening that I’d like to do.

  • So hot that the rear view mirror glue melted and I found it dangling from the ceiling in the “new” car yesterday afternoon. It was too hot to touch. I should have expected something like this since my check cleared and the title arrived in the mail yesterday!

    I’ll go to the chiropractor this afternoon, where I will probably get some kind of heat treatment, I suspect. Keeping my somewhat numb fingers crossed. He’ll probably want me to come back fifty million times, or maybe twice.

    On top of that, I went out to the studio to play last night, and when I shut the door, several of my shelves fell down and bounced all the contents all over the already chaotic room. I just sighed and walked back out. Something in the universe seems to be messing with my ability to carve out some art time.

    I had paint leftover from painting the bedroom this weekend and I brushed it over some old calendar pages and newspaper for grounds for Melly’s online class. And I had some fun with making stamps with sticky-backed foam so I’ll do what I can in the little studio corner of my bedroom for now.

  • We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

    (In memory of Terrilynn, who posted this on her blog every July 4.)

  • Sandy and I enjoyed roaming around downtown for First Friday. I had decided not to set up a table at the Indie Market for July and August. Of course, if I had had a crystal ball to tell me that the weather would be cooler than May and June’s events, I might have done well to jump on it. I’m sticking to my decision to wait until at least September to sell again, though. For one thing, I’d like some play time. For another, my hands are going numb as I type this.

    I’m going to visit my chiropractor next week. During a visit down home with my old friend Cristy, she told me that she had identical symptoms and it turned out to be a spinal issue in her neck. She saw a neurologist and had surgery to correct her problem. I hope that won’t be the outcome here but wouldn’t it be nice if Dr. Lewis could fix it? I had a neck problem a couple of years ago in which I couldn’t turn my head to the left, so this really is plausible.

    On the Back Forty front, we were beyond dismay when every single last damn green Cherokee Purple tomato disappeared over night. The only one I found was on the path half-eaten. I was so looking forward to these tomatoes, and if it is raccoons, it will probably take a lot of work to stop them from getting to them again.

    On the positive side, I harvested my first batch of butterbeans and added these to the field peas that I picked down at my mother’s farm earlier this week. (I also got enough corn from Mama’s garden that I cut two quarts off the cob.) We have lots of basil and the field peas here will probably be ready next week. The peppers are producing well and one of my potted eggplants is putting out little tender ones. I made an omelet yesterday with green peppers, Vidalia onion, eggplant, basil, and feta cheese.

    Over at UNCG, they tilled up the iris bed where I have been gleaning iris leaves over the winter and planted a tree. In early July, they planted a tree. You’d think that they would have learned from the experience of all the other dead trees from their previous summer plantings, but enough said about that. It was an unsightly bed for their campus, so I suspected that it wouldn’t last much longer. I snagged some of the bulbs on my way home and planted them in the strip between the sidewalk and the street at home. I guess I’ll plant more irises because the leaves make great paper.

    We put in a lot of work outside and around the house yesterday, taking advantage of the cooler temperature. Sandy is not supposed to do any outside activity when it is over 85 degrees outside. He did a lot of pruning that I can’t take care of, and we cleaned up the front porch and inside the house too, although someone who doesn’t live here probably couldn’t tell it. Now Sandy is fretting because he thought that Fun Fourth was today, and he’s ready to go play somewhere. I’m very happy at home right now – I have artwork to do, peaches to slice and put in the dehydrator, and I’m getting rid of about half my clothes to donate to charity. The studio is a wreck and I’m trying to be ruthless about getting rid of most of the stuff I’ve hoarded for collage, papermaking, and mixed media uses. No wonder my hands are a mess today.

    Okay, coffee’s gone and I’m ready to start my day. When I remember that I have tomorrow off too, it makes me smile.

  • Blog went down for a few days. I did a software upgrade and so far it’s stable. It’s not up to the latest upgrade (there was a problem with that) so it might happen again. I plan to get it up to snuff at some point this summer, and I might even work on changing the design again.

    Right now, I’m happy that I have a weekend at home ahead of me. I have fun artwork to do, yard stuff to do, and I found a dresser from the 20s-30s at a consignment store that I like a lot. I decided to fix up the room that I use for an indoor studio/second bedroom, so we’ll be painting those god-awful puke colored walls and getting rid of the pink carpet. I don’t do pink, y’all. At least I don’t if I have the energy and money to change it to yellow or purple or something in between.

    I sold the Tercel to Susanne this week. Sniffle. Seriously, I miss that car already. It was the first new car I ever picked out for myself and paid for myself. It was 18 years old and still has plenty of life in it. I replaced it with my mother’s 1995 Chevy Lumina, mainly to save her the aggravation of selling it herself.

    So I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to personalize this Chevy. I’m thinking polka dots and a dinosaur panorama on the dashboard? Maybe mermaids painted on the sides?

  • We greatly underestimated the beautiful uniqueness and fun of the Great Sand Dunes National Park, but it is probably a good thing. If we had stopped there on the way to Mesa Verde as we originally planned, we might not have made it across the state. As it happened, now we know of a really great place within a day’s drive of Denver to return to when we go back.

    The dunes were formed by wind blowing sand into a curved valley, and topping at 750 feet high, they are the tallest dunes in North America. Medano Creek flows in front of the dunes, where a crowd of all ages enjoyed playing in the ankle-deep water as if they were at a North Carolina beach in the low tide pools. Kids made sand castles and makeshift dams, people laid out and tossed footballs and picnicked.

    We tried to walk a little ways into the dunes, but were driven back by the wind-borne sand.

    So we splashed our way up the creek.

    The Medano Fire is still burning today. There are links to video footage on the park website.

  • We decided that we wanted to take a different route when we left Pagosa Springs, so we swung southeast on Hwy 84 through a lil bit of New Mexico and then north to the Great Sand Dunes National Park. We stopped briefly in Chama, NM to browse through the local shops, which were worth the stop. After my rug-buying binge I was feeling a bit over-extended, otherwise I would have totally spent some money on some raven-inspired pottery there.

    As Sandy drove us through this area, I was struck the most by the beautiful high meadows covered with wildflowers, and the groves of aspen interspersed with the tall pines. I tried to take photos from our moving car, but this wasn’t very successful.

    Southern Colorado

    Southern Colorado

    Around the time we came down from the continental divide into the flat country again, Sandy saw an odd-looking cloud on the horizon. We found out later at Great Sand Dunes that a wildfire that began a couple of weeks earlier had flared back up, but firefighters were controlling it. We probably first noticed the smoke about 100 miles away. My camera was acting contrary and I wasn’t able to take photos for a while until I took the battery out and cleaned it. I’m glad that it began working in time for the Great Sand Dunes, but it made me realize again that traveling without a camera is better for experiencing the present moment. Except I kept saying, “Dammit, that would have made a great photo!”


  • When we couldn’t find a room in Durango, we drove on to Pagosa Springs. There we found a cheap motel room with free wi-fi that was half a block from the San Juan River. At last I was able to stick my toes in some river water! Really, you could plunk me down on a pebble beach next to some rapids and I’d be happy staying there for the whole day. I put my thumb out to the rafters who went by, but they didn’t pick me up. I picked some horsetail to go with some yucca leaf that I picked up at Mesa Verde (it was weathered and stomped down to the fibers) and I plan to make some Colorado paper with these elements.

    Later, after chorizo and eggs at the Elkhorn Cafe, we bought some handwoven rugs at the Wild Spirit Gallery. I had been looking for a handwoven item to buy on this trip, but my intention was to buy a small purse or wallet. The Navajo items were out of my price range and much of the rest seemed like cheap knock-offs or not what I wanted. I was wowed by the Zapotec weavings in this gallery. They were priced affordably but not too cheap, and the quality was excellent. Each had the weaver’s name attached to it. I bought a rug with a bird design to hang on the wall and Sandy bought a second, smaller one that I haven’t decided what to do with yet. Photos later – hopefully they are in transit.