Friday, October 9, 2015

Eureka! I found what I was looking for!

Chapter One
I've packed everything I owned and moved it only a mile.  But I'm not a simple person with just one this, and one that.  I have at least a ton of pottery of various shapes.  I have many less clothes than towels and sheets.  And even fewer shoes and purses.  I know, what kind of woman am I really?  The kind that has at least 20 cardboard boxes still to unpack...many of which hold books.

And I made a plate on order for someone at the Tailgate Market about 3 or 4 weeks ago.

That was before the Mud Buddies canceled their participation in a market on Sept. 26, and then the whole market was canceled on Oct. 3, due to incessant rain.

As many other retailers in the area, that hurt us, to miss 2 out of our 4 Saturdays a month.

But my big problem this week has been to find the plate for Joanne.  I called her 3 weeks ago to say it was ready, but then we weren't there.  She finally called me to see if I was really going to come to market this week.  Oh yes.  And determined to find the plate.

I never expected to unpack all my pottery first, but that was where it was most likely to be packed.  I knew I myself hadn't packed it, but nobody else remembered where it might was among the last things packed.  And tonight I found it, where one more plastic tub had been buried under blankets which had been wet when we finished the move.  (They were used to protect my wonderful furniture, and then the blankets took forever to dry).  You must know that my furniture is pretty much what you can get at used furniture stores, except for the new bed.
Still unpacking, too many files to keep half of them!
So Joanne can come get her plate this Saturday.  And I hope to see many of my friends from the market...even though the weather-man has been talking about rain again.  Oh no!

Chapter two
I also want to give credit to the hard work and enjoyable posts over at Sepia Saturday, which is publishing for the 300th time this week.  The theme is based upon a very old photograph, and I just read what Alan posted in his own reference, showing unknown people who lived at the time of WW I.

Rosie B. giving her sweet smile!

My choice to honor Sepia Saturday is to also honor a friend who has been fighting cancer...and she is a tough cookie indeed.  Alan's photo is giving honor those who showed courage in the past.  Rosie still is!  So I'm a bit off topic (again!)

Rosie and myself in 2007, Brevard, NC

Rosie and I were in 7th grade through 12th grade in High School together.  Then we went off and married and had kids, and had very little contact from 1963 to 2001, when we again touched base with the miracle of the internet.  This visit was my second to NC to see Rosie and her husband George, and I moved here just months later.

Several years after that Rosie moved to Washington state to be near her family.  We're still talking daily over e-mails.  I love you, Rosie. You're my best friend!

Today's Quote:

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves. Carl Jung

How many years of blogging about pots and...

Alchemy of Clay First Edition LINK HERE came out Oct. 10, 2010.  After 195 postings I closed it Dec 2, 2012, mainly because I ran out of space on Blog for more photos. And I gave up WordPress because of photo limitations.

But Goddess in Clay (Here) was before that.  This is fun, I've now found it started on Oct. 9, 2008 HERE  and the last post was May 17, 2011.

Goddesses I've made

I been blogging not quite as many years as I've lived in North Carolina, namely eight.   So this year marks my 7th birthday as a blogger.  I'm also not mentioning the three other blogs to which I kind of contributed daily for several years.  Goodness, when did I find time to live?

Who really cares?  Me. I like having an independent source of my memoirs of blogs as well as pots.  Oh my goodness, there were so many chunky learning ones back then (pots, I'm obviously still chunky!)  And I found I could review a year's postings at the end of the year and actually delete the ones that were less than stellar. Now I think I was a bit heavy handed on the delete key last year, so this year I'll be a bit more careful.  Once deleted from blogland, things are gone.  But wait, I do still have those posts, because I send each one to an email address, and don't delete those ever.  Ah, double backups for saved files!

Thought for today:

Stop using the past to poison your present. Don't let who you used to be prevent you from getting the things in life that are available to you now.
What you seek is seeking you.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

It took a village...

Cathy loaned me a hand truck which saved my back (for a while).

Several people helped by taking things that were too big to keep...Jessie and her daughters have the 30 gallon fish tank, Tim has the hide-a-bed couch.

Patti didn't even know me but volunteered to pack after church one day.

Pat took my shift as a volunteer at the BMCA studio so I could keep on packing.

Teresa came for coffee and ended up packing pottery, several weeks before the move, continuing weekly afterward to unpack.

Helen packed once, then loaded her car full and carried the boxes inside the new apartment.  She then packed again, and offered me a love seat (yet to be moved until I find two able bodied volunteers.)

Pam packed and packed and packed the kitchen things.  Just get one more little thing into this corner of this box!

The mascot of the move...a slug which came inside on the tarp, which never got dry enough to use!
Susan cleaned out and swept the shed area which would have been hard for me to breathe sweeping...and then she carried the trash around the house.

Several people offered the use of pickups, but the rain ruled out their usefulness.  Thank you Mary, especially, who even got the flu, but offered before she got sick.  I hope you're feeling well now.

Tim did much more than remove shelving...carrying things...getting soaked.

Molly packed pottery for me, then came back on one of the short hours when it wasn't pouring rain and carried all my clothes over to the apartment, as well as the boxes!

Chuck was so wet moving things he said the water had seeped inside his waterproof boots down the legs of his trousers so his socks were soaked.

Jim offered to help late in the day after a meeting he was scheduled to attend, and called to see if I still needed him, during the deluge from Joaquin, but after all but the very last boxes had been moved.

Charles and Chuck lugged the big old mattress and box spring out to the curb.

Tai, well you've probably read my prior post of great appreciation for a guy who traveled 800 miles to schlep his mom's old stuff a mile each way in pouring rain.  (In a vehicle of course!)

Gail offered me a bed frame and dresser which would fit in my new apartment...which were carried downstairs and then into the apartment by my dear special friends and relations!

For this old lady...I have a heart so full of gratitude.  And lots of unpacking to do!
If I forgot anyone, it's my poor brain, not that you didn't give me wonderful help!

Quote for today:

Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.   
Carl Jung

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Moving in the rain!

There were a hide-a-bed couch, and huge dresser moved in constant drizzle or even harder rain.  Special people are dedicated to their friends enough to come through for this!
I can't name them here, because they really need a break and don't EVER want to do this again!  But hopefully they'll read this and know how much I appreciated them.  Especially "T"...oh, and the other "T"...and of course "C".

Joaquin (Hurricane) helped also, by continuing a deluge in Black Mountain which started the night of Sept. 24, a Thursday...and he didn't arrive until Saturday.  It's still raining or foggy as I write this Sun. Oct. 4 in the evening.

So everything I've moved got damp or wet, or was tucked into blankets to help keep it dry.  We didn't even bother with pickup trucks, which several people offered.  We fortunately had station wagon and van as dry transport...and we loaded them both up for several days, several trips each day.

wet maple trees as seen from my tiny pocket balcony.

Yep that's it.  Probably won't sit outside, because I have plants that I want to get sunshine...they are waiting to come to the apartment tomorrow (as I write this).  It will be nice to have sun shining in the big new windows in the apartment!

Yes this outhouse has a five-holer...though I am pretty sure none of them are functional.

The apartments where I just moved have been under rennovation for months now.  A few have been finished, and mine almost is.  At least the plumbing is complete!

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Every mother's wish

The cottage is bare finally, and my dear youngest son drove hundreds of miles to help with some of my local special friends to move all my belongings.

Friends helped pack, pack and pack some more.

But I can't express the extent of my love and gratitude for Tai Rogers, who kept on working after his 8 hour drive to NC, for two days, then another 8 hours back to his home.  He man-handled hide-a-bed couches and huge dressers...and were there a hundred boxes and tuperware tubs?  Probably.

I had a sweet parting dinner with him, where we asked and answered personal questions of each other...that touching of the heart and soul which happens so infrequently.  Not that we want to do it every day on "messages" but when we can do a face-to-face interpersonal connection, it's just WOW!

We truthfully answered questions of each other. My sharing meant saying what had really happened at times when he was small(er).  His meant saying what he's currently working on to express himself.  This kind of closeness is something I've had with his half brothers also at times...but not enough lately.  The "busyness" of their lives seems to get in the way.  I'm not that good on phone calls either.

But the tears that came to my eyes happen infrequently...a blessing, just as the shared love this last weekend.  Thank you isn't enough.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Tea set sold

Before I move it to my new apartment, I've packed and shipped a tea set which recently sold. More about it can be seen HERE.

Just thought I'd post a picture here, and send out a big thank you to Anita who purchased it!

I will be emailing Anita as to when to expect it.  She's been very patient as I've had my hands full lately.

Thought for today:

Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.
Helen Keller