The year is winding down. This can mean but one thing:
Spring term starts for me in less than two weeks. Already my heart is lighter. I have a necklace mandrel, a quartz stirring rod and an ingot mold all sleeping soundly in the back of the Cherry Red Roadster. Dreaming of jewelry.
I had a dream last night. Imagine that. Can't remember the last time I dreamed. Mom was in it, and Grandma. Haven't seen either one of them in a while. It's probably why I remembered the dream. Mom and I were travelling. There were swamps or something involved. There seemed to have been a vehicle, car, say it, car, but we also, or I at least, were also on foot somehow. Or some of the time. I seemed to have lost my footwear, shoes, say it, shoes, at some point. But I found them easily, readily enough. And my feet didn't seem the worse for wear, no injuries nor were they particularly dirty. Which is odd when you think about it, seeing as there was swamp involvement. Mom and I segued somehow to Grandma's house and spent time on the porch at the table. I think we talked about things. I think we lit lights. At some point we decided to go shopping, maybe, or otherwise to look for food. Maybe we were going to eat out. I think we had firm ideas about where we were going and what we were going to get. We went outside. And Grandma had come back, with groceries, in paper sacks. There seemed to be light shining from the sacks. Funny I should remember that. And she had things to eat. But not the things which we were going out to get. But this was Grandma and she had paper sacks. So we sucked it up and helped her inside with them and I woke up.
I'm fast coming to the conclusion that the mystery cows are someone's imaginery friend cows. We're all supposed to nod and smile and look indulgent. The signs were still there yesterday morning. And oh yes the area was so replete with cows. They were falling all over their little imaginery feet.
Could have smacked my head when I realized my error. Two points do indeed define a line. But linear cows would be merely one dimensional. They would not rise even to the heights of two-dimensionality. Planar cows would be two dimensional. Would I even be able to see and recognize one- or two-dimensional cows? This would explain why I cannot see the cows that are there. But why then would I need to use caution? Can my car even impact one- or two-dimensional cows? Can a one- or two-dimensional cow step on my foot and break my toes?
So glad that Bob called on Wednesday morning to ask when I wanted to get together. Well, when are you leaving? Ummm, Friday. Friday morning. I laughed, lightly. Well, that pretty much solved that. I guess Thursday was the right answer to that one. Thing is, if I had gone down there on Wednesday I would have discovered FDJ to be closed. I would not now currently have a necklace mandrel, etc., in the back of the Cherry Red. Sometimes things just work out that way.
I picked up three poinsettias last night at Publix: one pink; one red single; one red double. They still have the foil around the pots. I will have to remove that soon. We have another cold front coming, with the rain that brings. The pots won't be able to drain with the foil still in place. I'll be greenhousing the poinsettias and the curry leaf tree in the Cherry Red through the cold nights. We have three forecast with temperatures from the mid-twenties to freezing for lows. I should tuck them in with quilts and hot cocoa. If I manage to get them through the winter, the poinsettias, I have a good shot of having some nice big plants by next Christmas. I need to look again at the directions for pruning, how often and such, to encourage growth. Should I pot them up a size now, getting them out of the plastic, and let them grow a bit before I prune? Probably. Always good to get things out of plastic pots. But if I prune after I pot up, right after, they'll be in pots too big for their roots to support.
Those foil wraps sure are pretty though. I need to make some mosaic cachepots, using that mirrored glass Spectrum makes. Can't remember the name right now. Wonder if they have introduced any further colors or textures. I'd have to protect the pots against the weather: mirrors don't care much for the rainy stuff and the cold, real below freezing cold, is not good for anything stained glassy. Too much chance of breakage. If I get started soon, I could have them ready way in advance of needing them.
It was nice to see John the other day. He actually seemed glad to see me, a real genuine smile on his face. Unlike Bob who let me know just how much he was keeping an eye on his watch. Is it worth trying to cultivate some sort of relationship with Bob? I don't know. I don't think so. But I won't shut the door all the way.
John is thinking of getting a video camera. Hmmmm, this might be what I need. Dr. Arey keeps telling me I need to videotape my creative process and I can see it happening. I could work something out with John maybe. Though someone unknown to me might work out better, more distance. Who knows.
I need to get the printer hooked up and send in an app to Florida Craftsmen. I want to see where I can go with that.
I had a dream last night. Imagine that. Can't remember the last time I dreamed. Mom was in it, and Grandma. Haven't seen either one of them in a while. It's probably why I remembered the dream. Mom and I were travelling. There were swamps or something involved. There seemed to have been a vehicle, car, say it, car, but we also, or I at least, were also on foot somehow. Or some of the time. I seemed to have lost my footwear, shoes, say it, shoes, at some point. But I found them easily, readily enough. And my feet didn't seem the worse for wear, no injuries nor were they particularly dirty. Which is odd when you think about it, seeing as there was swamp involvement. Mom and I segued somehow to Grandma's house and spent time on the porch at the table. I think we talked about things. I think we lit lights. At some point we decided to go shopping, maybe, or otherwise to look for food. Maybe we were going to eat out. I think we had firm ideas about where we were going and what we were going to get. We went outside. And Grandma had come back, with groceries, in paper sacks. There seemed to be light shining from the sacks. Funny I should remember that. And she had things to eat. But not the things which we were going out to get. But this was Grandma and she had paper sacks. So we sucked it up and helped her inside with them and I woke up.
I'm fast coming to the conclusion that the mystery cows are someone's imaginery friend cows. We're all supposed to nod and smile and look indulgent. The signs were still there yesterday morning. And oh yes the area was so replete with cows. They were falling all over their little imaginery feet.
Could have smacked my head when I realized my error. Two points do indeed define a line. But linear cows would be merely one dimensional. They would not rise even to the heights of two-dimensionality. Planar cows would be two dimensional. Would I even be able to see and recognize one- or two-dimensional cows? This would explain why I cannot see the cows that are there. But why then would I need to use caution? Can my car even impact one- or two-dimensional cows? Can a one- or two-dimensional cow step on my foot and break my toes?
So glad that Bob called on Wednesday morning to ask when I wanted to get together. Well, when are you leaving? Ummm, Friday. Friday morning. I laughed, lightly. Well, that pretty much solved that. I guess Thursday was the right answer to that one. Thing is, if I had gone down there on Wednesday I would have discovered FDJ to be closed. I would not now currently have a necklace mandrel, etc., in the back of the Cherry Red. Sometimes things just work out that way.
I picked up three poinsettias last night at Publix: one pink; one red single; one red double. They still have the foil around the pots. I will have to remove that soon. We have another cold front coming, with the rain that brings. The pots won't be able to drain with the foil still in place. I'll be greenhousing the poinsettias and the curry leaf tree in the Cherry Red through the cold nights. We have three forecast with temperatures from the mid-twenties to freezing for lows. I should tuck them in with quilts and hot cocoa. If I manage to get them through the winter, the poinsettias, I have a good shot of having some nice big plants by next Christmas. I need to look again at the directions for pruning, how often and such, to encourage growth. Should I pot them up a size now, getting them out of the plastic, and let them grow a bit before I prune? Probably. Always good to get things out of plastic pots. But if I prune after I pot up, right after, they'll be in pots too big for their roots to support.
Those foil wraps sure are pretty though. I need to make some mosaic cachepots, using that mirrored glass Spectrum makes. Can't remember the name right now. Wonder if they have introduced any further colors or textures. I'd have to protect the pots against the weather: mirrors don't care much for the rainy stuff and the cold, real below freezing cold, is not good for anything stained glassy. Too much chance of breakage. If I get started soon, I could have them ready way in advance of needing them.
It was nice to see John the other day. He actually seemed glad to see me, a real genuine smile on his face. Unlike Bob who let me know just how much he was keeping an eye on his watch. Is it worth trying to cultivate some sort of relationship with Bob? I don't know. I don't think so. But I won't shut the door all the way.
John is thinking of getting a video camera. Hmmmm, this might be what I need. Dr. Arey keeps telling me I need to videotape my creative process and I can see it happening. I could work something out with John maybe. Though someone unknown to me might work out better, more distance. Who knows.
I need to get the printer hooked up and send in an app to Florida Craftsmen. I want to see where I can go with that.