Thoughts On Things

You're getting yet one more picture of the blooming firespike because I took no pictures at all today and I took that one a few days ago and it is rather nice, so crimson and shiny. Soon it will be time for me to take cuttings galore to root over the winter and then plant in spring. Firespike is not invasive, the butterflies and hummingbirds love the flowers, and they are pretty. What's not to love? Perhaps I could completely fill my yard with firespike. People will come from miles around, just to admire my firespike. I will be written up in all the Guides to Florida Landscapes! I will be famous! 

I doubt it.

I haven't had the best day. I didn't get enough sleep which often happens the night before I know I have to get up early for pottery. Maurice didn't help. She slept with me again and although I enjoy her presence very much, I woke up every time she felt she needed to have a little scratch or perhaps lick an unruly bit of fur back into place. I mean- she sleeps on my legs, basically, so that's to be expected. So I've been tired and honestly, I just haven't felt that great in the last week or so. 
I may be slightly depressed or I may be dying. Who knows? 
Not me. Hard to tell the difference sometimes, I think. 
There have been some wonderful things happening in the past week or so but there have been some more difficult ones too. 
Or at least things that have required a lot of the sort of energy which even the small and lovely things seem to require from me these days. 

Pottery was fine although I was sad to be there without Jessie. Honestly, I'm not at all sure what the hell I'm doing there. I suppose it's not hurting anything for me to go and there are parts of it I do enjoy very much. There were only eight of us in class today, including our teacher and we all seemed to be fairly low energy. Pottery Lizzie had just returned from a very physically demanding trip to Belize, although it was also a very good one, according to her report. But she was still in recovery mode. Our teacher had been to Texas to visit her daughter and go to a big pottery festival there and she had a lot of very nice pictures to share. I especially loved one that she showed us and I asked her to send it to me, which she did. 

I could do without the "blessed" part but I love the Mexican influence, the fact that it's hand built, and the colors of it. Suzanne Horner is the name of the artist. I like her stuff. I just looked her up and one of the things I found is that she likes roosters. 

It may be that she and I are kindred spirits in some way or ways. 

We talked quietly during class, discussing everything from mammograms, to the outrageous number of texts people are getting from candidates asking for money, to hospice care, to pets. Our teacher had once owned a pet store with her husband and has some stories to tell about some of the animals they'd had and Lizzie has owned many, many exotic and unusual pets, including an emu that was welcome in the house and especially popular at dinner parties. 
I have lived such a tame life, I think. 
Well, not really. 

What I worked on today was another set of magnolia leaves because the ones I'd made here at home had broken in a few places and then, when I went to wrap the whole thing up, the dear bird had escaped the pull of the slip I'd used to attach her to the leaves which is one of the reasons I was wondering what in hell I was even doing in that class. But I decided to keep the bird, get her fired, get the new magnolia leaves fired, and then just super glue that bad bird onto them after I glaze paint them and they are all fired again. 
I may just go back to fishes which I seem to have far less of a problem with than I do with other things. Perhaps my pottery mission here on earth is to make silly, colorful fish. And that would not be so bad. I do have a yearning to make another hibiscus though.
If I could only learn from my mistakes in pottery, I would be so wise in its ways by now but alas, I do not seem to be able to.

Maurice seems to be almost back to normal. That's the vibe I get from her, if that means anything. She's back to her regular routine as applies to eating and sleeping and talking although she hasn't bitten me very hard in the last few days so she's not entirely herself yet. But worries about the Orange Girl have been eased. 

Tomorrow, good Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I'll have a day at home. I'm ready for that. 

Thank all of you so much for your good wishes for Maurice's recovery. They have all meant so very much to me. 
And also, for your kind words about Alan. Things are looking no more positive. Sadly, they just are not. I think it is a miracle that he's still with us at all. A miracle much aided by modern medicine and technology and yet, as we all know, miracles can and should only go so far. 
Actually, thank all of you who read here, whether you comment or not. You probably have no idea how much this little Church of the Batshit community means to me. 
It means a lot. 

Love...Ms. Moon