Pretty much a damage control day. I did manage to put in some billable hours, so all is not for naught. Fixing fences, picking up branches, sweeping the driveways, throwing out all the spoiled food in the fridge. Lots of trucks and heavy equipment rolling through all hours of the night. Not all that peaceful for all the lack of power yesterday. Hours and hours of fishing out debris from the bottom of the pool. At the bottom, I found: 1 microwave cart, 1 tube of silicone chauk, 4 pieces of mdf trim, 8 office depot file boxes, 7 miscellaneous mail order boxes, 2 plastic bags, 3 flower pots, 1 filing cabinet box, 1 small bushel of dried up plaster blobs, 16 manila folders, 7 tree branches, 46 letter size history papers dating back to the Cornell days, 3 oranges, and 4 tons of leaves. Boy are my arms tired.
#3 of 4 in the clay tile series. Anal retentive Davy pulls out the rulers and ellipse guides for hand made tiles. The clay studio where I'm taking a class is filled with hippies. Whenever I'm there, I feel everybody is moving in slow motion. But it's probably just me. I tend to have my dial set on 11 all the time.
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