I dreamt I was at my local grocery store (King Soopers, if you must know) and whilst in the produce section I saw Mr. Bates (AKA Timpano, AKA My Husband/Lover, AKA The Daddy Catty) sitting on one of the displays.
I thought, “Well, I guess I better stock up,” and put him in my cart.
Otherwise the store was out of almost everything else due to a holiday weekend.
A woman noticed the cat in my shopping cart and said, “Oh those cats really shed,” and I was like, “It’s not problem, I always pick up a few of these when I’m out and about. I got the brown tabby thing down.”
Then I picked up eight labrador retrievers in varying colors and headed home while trying to figure out the logistics of walking all these fucking dogs.
The big vote on Short Term Rentals is tomorrow. I can’t wait for this ordeal to be over, come what may.
The upside of my crushing stress is that my coping mechanism is to make stuff. In the past I made dresses (if you look back over my blog, you will see periods where I made a dress a day).
Now I make pottery. This is what came out of ONE kiln firing.
Buy YAY FOR COPING SKILLS, right?
And I have to say, I have been incredibly inspired lately. For instance, the other day my instructor showed us how to make this lovely three-chambered vessel.
Somehow, starting from the exact place with the same technique, it turned into this:
Hey, the heart wants what it wants.
Wish me luck tomorrow. I’m looking forward to being myself again.
I cannot wait for my social media persona to revert back to pictures of my boobs and hot pole dancers.