Yesterday the painter came to spray primer in the rebuilt studio. This meant covering anything that did not need paint with plastic, and moving Mark in with me.
I was in the groove and enjoying the space and working along. Bam! We're back to sharing space. We share anyway, but this space gets crowed fast when two potters are throwing.
So- I had a melt down yesterday- totally ugly meltdown.
I think on the most part I- we both- have done well. Our studio was destroyed and our lives interrupted. But- we picked right up and went on. It's what you do- because we did not have the option of pulling the covers over our heads and saying let's just do nothing.
We have both been tripping along thinking we are fine.
Yesterday showed we are not fine all the time.
Heated words were exchanged- and some mud slinging was going on.
He's a good catch!
I put myself in "time out" ---I was dangerous- too many options to throw other things and we could not afford for me to be around.
So I put my dangerous self in the car and took a ride.
The thoughts were pinging through my head, but as I stopped fighting with the inner me and looked at the fall leaves things took a different outlook and we needed onions.
I had a mission as well.
I would ride the back roads to Wally World and buy onions. I could do that - I had a purpose and some control over my life.
Besides- at Wally World they don't care if you are emotionally a mess.
They just don't care- for the first time I thought Wally World has a purpose.
I did my shopping went home and we both laid ourselves out and worked out space.
Back to making pots- too little time - too little space- a show coming up- when will we run a bisque?
But, it will be fine.
Better get cracking.