10-7-07 I'm very much here, but I'm caught
between computers. I'm configuring and moving stuff to a new laptop
and it's difficult to journal right now because that. (Why am I lying
to you? I'm Vista brain dead. Not enough gray cells left over
for journaling.) Once all the programs are shifted over and I'm
comfortable, I'll be back. Or...maybe I'll just give up and stay here
with XP until this computer dies. Dunno....
10-17--07 No, Vista did not eat me alive
and spit me out, though at one point it came close. Due to a program
Easy Transfer Program, which failed
90% of the way though), I was forced to do a return-to-factory-settings
(thank you very much for that capability Dell!). Now all seems well.
And having just tempted fate with that statement, I'll return to journaling.
**This past weekend I did a demo at the
Kentucky Guild Fall Fair. From 1971 until 1996 I did the Fair as an
exhibitor, but this was my first time just demonstrating. Because this
was a paid demo, I wasn't allowed to sell, but that suited me fine. It
took that element of pressure off and allowed me to interact with the
patrons in an entirely different manner. Loved it. I took
the beater and set up a start-to-finish
exhibit - raw material (an old hickory chair bottom), a pile of cooked and
rinsed hickory, the beater, fully beaten pulp, the wet sheets I was pulling,
pressed/dried sheets and finished artwork.
The exhibit really worked well promoting conversation, particularly about
the beater. Had to laugh. Twice, while I was actually pulling
paper mind you, I was asked "what does he do with that thing?"
Granted both times the question came from older people, but still....
Very few people who came through knew anything about making paper from
plants, though there was one woman who had taken classes at Arrowmont.
For the rest of the crowd, it seemed to be an amazing process, that plants
could actually be converted into usable paper....amazing! :) My booth
was right beside the stage, which concerned me because of the beater noise.
I volunteered to shut it down during performances, but the musicians checked
it out from the front and said they couldn't even hear it. I've
written here several times about Charlie, my basketmaking friend. Her
daughter daughter, Callie, her husband, Louie, and Justin from Tourism were
one of the groups that
played. Callie is a little
doll, just as sweet as she looks, and
her daddy isn't bad looking, either. (BTW, did you notice the can
of Bag Balm in the picture beside the beater? I forgot the stuff that
first day and paid for it dearly by the end of the day. I can't say
I'm fond of the way it feels on my hands, but it was a real relief to have
it that second day.)
Yesterday we had 3/4" of rain, the first measurable moisture we've had in a
month. It came too late for many plants, but just in time for me to
get the Peruvian daffodils out of the ground, which to this point has been
so hard it was impossible to get a fork into it.. I'd been worried
that frost might get here before we had enough rain to soften the ground.
Even with the rain, it wasn't easy. I didn't count plants, but
there were bunches of them, and
there were three more rows just like that one. And lest you think I
was being wimpy, those bulbs are huge
and they're usually very difficult to dig up because the center roots are as
thick as my little finger and about 8 inches long. I was surprised
this year to find them short and not that big around. The bulbs had
made small "feeler" roots just under the surface of the ground, making it
much easier to get them up. I'm sure the drought had something to do
with that, but I don't understand the reasoning. Whatever.
They're out of the ground drying, and as soon as the tops die back, they'll
go in paper sacks and into the garage. As long and as large as those
leaves are, you'd think they'd be good for paper, but they're not.
They're a form of daffodil, fiberless and totally useless for paper, except
as an inclusion, and I'm not willing to fool with them for that.
10-20-07 Today was the second half of
the indigo dyeing workshop. I went for the morning session, but left
at noon. I've come down with a cold, probably caught during the Guild
Fair last weekend. As my father-in-law would have said, I don't feel
10-29-07 I'm back in the land of the
living having survived the cold that mutated into bronchitis. **I'm
trying to deal with a computer issue that's presenting journaling problems.
My camera isn't Vista compatible and I doubt that Sony has any plans on
developing a driver update to correct the situation. Puts a damper on
things. I can still move the images to the laptop, but it's a hassle.
But then, perhaps this is for the best. If I could post pictures, I'd
have to share the dumb stunts that caused me to take them. We'll