I've always sworn never to blog about lack o' blogging, but it's been so long and I have so little to say, I feel like I must. I've stayed quiet as Clinton and Obama duke it out, because, well, I like them both about the same, and will support whichever one of them ends up being the nominee unless it just keeps getting weirder and weirder and becomes somehow totally disenfranchising (I can't imagine that though).
Some of you know that my younger sister (Sis Bel) with whom I've been living since completing the cohabitation phase of my marriage (although he seems to have made himself very comfy as a permanent helper/guest in our cozy little quarters), has been very sick. For a while this winter, she slipped into a very critical stage from severe weight loss as a result of cancer treatments (radiation and chemo) and we nearly lost her, but she's bounded back thanks to a feeding tube, to which she seems to have adjusted remarkably well.
Business is thriving at ye olde KnockingShitDownCo, so my work days have grown longer and I return home at night more weary, but that's all good. These are hard times in the building industries, judging by the long line of job seekers marching to my desk, and I'm very grateful to be employed by a concern that is growing when so many are folding around us. Job security is good, I think, although the lack thereof might be of some value in overcoming inertia, nudging me to change.
I'm still making pots, although slowly, as I don't have much extra time for it. I sneak over to the studio after work some evenings, but usually on Saturday afternoons, although not all Saturday afternoons. Like riding a bicycle, it's as if I'd never stopped, and a joy (I first typed "job" instead of "joy" - hmmm). Our Friday nights lost to the closing of our bar were quickly replaced by the migration of most (almost all) of the "regulars" to a new spot that is a regular grab takeout lunch and eat at my desk haunt of mine, but which is now opening at night, staffed by the former Paradise Cafe staff, patronized by the former Paradise Cafe patrons. While we still miss the funkiness of the old haunt (the Bistro is upscale by comparison), the community (funky enough all by itself) is what matters and that seems to have survived the PC's closing. That's a good thing.
Not this weekend, though. This weekend, I'm going to see Sister Mer (a/k/a the Professor) from Houston. We're driving towards each other and meeting in the middle. You might wonder where that is... well, it's our great fortune to be able to meet in New Orleans. I'm excited about seeing Middle Son for the first time since the holidays, and hoping to get the chance to visit with at least some of those from another favorite community. All of this babbling (who, moi?) is to say that I'm sorry to be missing what y'all've (gotta love extended y'all-based contractions) been writing recently and that I haven't a clue when I'm going to get caught up. If there's anything exceptional goin' on out there in the blogosphere, nudge me please and let me know.
Otherwise, peace, out, y'all.
Edit: Golly, I almost forgot. I've been Twittering. If any of you fine folks are looking for me on Twitter, I'm here. Now, peace, out, y'all.
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