Sometimes too much

Finding weaving time since I got back from Midwest has been difficult if not impossible. I am such a whiner today. So far I have managed to set in front of my loom for only one afternoon. It’s not that I haven’t been working. I had to catch up and dig out from the mound of paperwork that accumulated while I was gone. FFP business is rapidly turning into into a full time job at times. Pat is working at the fair with her 4-h-er’s this week and then flies to the Midwest Felter’s Conference. My idea was to get a lot of weaving and writing done while she was at the Felter’s. We can’t work on the warping book while she is gone. We are still trying to think of a name for the book. I like the title “So Warped”, but “Others” not to be named may not appreciate my sense of humour. My favourite bumper sticker is still “weavers are warped.” So true!!!gr.

Blessings and special places in heaven should be granted or allowed for studio assistants that have been taking up some of the slack with Pat’s and my schedule. Thank you Jenn and Sara!! Thanks Spencer for always being there when needed.

I have spent the last 2-3 weeks worrying about my father. My father is extremely ill with a aneurysm, but is in denial. He’s 85 and likes to rewrite conversations with doctors until they match what he wants to believe. Not necessarily the reality of a given situation-but what he things it should be or is. He is the most stubborn intractable man I know once he decides he really knows more about a given situation then anyone else. Dealing with Dad is a little like trying to eat Jell-O with chopsticks. Something I have been trying to learn to do since I was at WWC in the late 60’s and watched my Hawaiian housemates do it. But-he is still my father…so I guess I am stuck and fortunate to still have a father! Some day I am going to weave his portrait. I have done numerous cartoons of him, but can’t seem to catch his essence. Tommye Scanlin did a portrait of her mother that seemed to catch the essence of her mother at a specific time in her life. So I know it can be done.

A couple of hours of weaving of weaving will fix my attitude and perhaps readjust it all. It always does. Perhaps venting on this blog will be like the feathers and threads my Grandmother used to tie to trees and bushes. When the wind blew them away, the problem would be gone. one of her solutions was writing about a problem and burning the note or problem. This, also, helps. Grandma used to say some problems were better burned and then cast to the wind. I agree for so many reasons. There is a certain satisfaction with seeing the effigy of a problem go up in flames. Things on the wind can return if the wind shifts.