rest and reflect

I'm sad it's over. The whole experience was a blast. Even the parts that were frustrating. It was great fun to learn right along with my co-workers...in fact that was the best bit by far. My favorite exercise was the blog and all that has gone along with it. The most positive thing I gained from this exercise was the confidence to figure things out on my own. It didn't start out that way of course, and I owe Joe a big THANK YOU for all the trips he made to the mailroom during those early lessons. I would classify this experience as a 'do-over' for sure. My only suggestion would be to include better instructions for the fiddly stuff.

cobb galore

Cobb on! This past Saturday my husband and I spent an enjoyable morning up to our ankles in cobb. We had the awesome opportunity to participate in a 'cobbing bee' at the home of Brina and Darin Burke. To make cobb you squidge around barefoot in a mixture of sand, clay, straw, and water. When you get just the right consistency you plop it onto the in-progress structure. 

I'm always looking to learn something new so I was thrilled to attend this session. I can't say that I would build something out of cobb in my own yard (it's very cool, but a load of work) but I enjoyed learning about the process. 

The most amazing thing to me about the 'bee' was the cast of participants. As we worked on our batch of cobb, helpers arrived in a steady trickle. It was clear right away that most of the volunteers had never met Brina or Darin in person. They seemed to be part of a greater community of cobb-lovers who connect one way or another on the Internet and invite each other over for a glorious day of cobbing. It was instant camaraderie over a shared passion. Who knew that such things were going on in secluded backyards all around the greater Puget Sound? Getting to spend time with cobbers could change my mind about cobbing in my own backyard. Thanks Brina and Darin for a fabulous morning!

gaming

Gaming has been in my life one way or another for the past 20 years. I can't say that it's been all that positive, though I do have fond memories of time spent playing James Bond on Nintendo with my son. More recently gaming has caused real anxiety in my life...from listening to my son wander the house at 3 o'clock in the morning too hyped from too many hours spent gaming to be able to sleep; to consoling friends whose son quit college in part due to his addiction to World of Warcaft; he just couldn't fit attending classes around his game play. Then there's that false sense of self-esteem that comes from doing well in a fantasy environment. How does that help you in the real world?
At the same time, I know that my 74-year-old mother enjoys several online games nearly every day which seems like a good thing.
It's such a mixed bag, I'd like to think that it's all fun and games with no downside, but that's just not the case. If I had it to do over again, I'm not sure I would let gaming slide so easily into my life. It's a difficult dragon to get back into the box.

maps galore

Google maps are just like lots of other things available on the net...really wonderful and sort of scary. The infringement on privacy and the potential for voyeuristic escapades boggle the mind...having said that I still find the whole thing pretty amazing. It brings our beautiful planet into awe inspiring focus.

this and that

OK, so I have quite a bit of catching up to do. First let me say that I will address that whole 'belief issue' in due course. As to being gone and not keeping up on my blog...late Saturday night I gave my avatar an office chair to spin around in, so that's something. I don't know if the chair passes the rigorous ergonomic standards set out by our beloved institution, but it swivels nicely and that's the main thing you want from an office chair anyway. I want my office chair to be as much like a ride at Disneyland as possible.
I don't have much to report on the cardboard front. My creative time recently has involved a wood burning tool, a bag of cement, some ribbon, and an old table. The bag of cement was hands-down the most satisfying. I used it to add a step to the bottom of the rock steps in my backyard. Pinch me! There is nothing quite like a bag of cement to really get the creative juices flowing. If I remember I'll post a picture. I cut the table in half and mounted one side to the wall of my art room...very shabby French-country. I used the wood burning tool to make holes in a plastic Adirondack chair that needed repairing...it's too complicated to explain here.
Believing...why is it that most conversations about belief begin with the whole higher-power thing? That vein makes most people uncomfortable.
What about believing in the inherent goodness of man? (Joe doesn't). Or what about believing in Bigfoot? (Ditto). Those who know me best know that I love believing in Bigfoot. I figure, why not? I want to believe that there are things on this planet that remain a mystery. If we already know all there is to know then it could get pretty boring from here on out. Joe says he doesn't believe in anything; but his belief in superheros (and their endless list of totally believable skills and abilities) is hard to ignore.