Driving To Work

Things are backward.  For the first time I drove to the old Bedlam Farm to work in my studio.  The chickens are the only animals still there (we’ll move them tomorrow when the chicken coop comes) I gave them some feed and picked up the dry food for the cats. (who are settling nicely to their new home in crates in the barn for a few days.  Seems like a cat hotel to me.  Room service and breakfast in bed and some silly cat toys that I’m sure they will have nothing to do with but makes me feel better).  I took Frieda and Lenore with me and put them in the front yard where Frieda barked at the town trucks fixing the road and Lenore howled at a passing siren.  The mail carrier put a rubberband on the mailbox, closing to anymore deliveries.

I worked on Walking in Circles and when I got hungry, not only was Jon not there to make lunch, as he usually does, but, of course,  there was no food in the house.  I knew this when I left  home this morning, don’t know what I was thinking.

It felt good to be working, but I felt like a visitor.  It’s hard to concentrate on what I’m doing when I know I’m going to be leaving soon.  I’m still  in my moving head.   But I’m determined to make potholders to give to Kim by the end of the week.  I have so much work to do and I can’t wait to get back to it.

This will be my last batch of potholders that I make in my Studio Barn and I’ll probably finish Walking in Circles in my School House Studio.  I like the idea of finishing a piece in my new studio that  I started in my old studio.   It gives the process continuity and something to work on when I get to my School House Studio without having to think about it.  I can just jump into working on something familiar and known in my new space.