To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (King James Version)
The Party’s Over, It’s time to call it a day… All good things must come to an end…My last vacation of the year, the one anticipated for many months has come and gone. And tomorrow, I return to work. Groan. Double groan because it is History Fair month and my life will be consumed night and day with getting that event successfully launched and completed. It is going to be a long month. Why don’t vacations last so long? It seems like the time flew by. I did cram a lot into eight days. I endured two grueling airplane flights. I get more and more anxious with each trip. Next time, I may have to take some medicine and get a skycap to wheel me through the airport. Security makes me incredibly nervous. I made it easier by wearing slip on shoes and no jewelry and limited my carry-ons, but on my trip home, even my checked suitcase was searched. But, that hassle was more than made up by three and a half days with Vicki enjoying beautiful views, taking pictures, meeting new friends and fiber, fiber, fiber and chances to felt. Then, there was the week with Julie and the opportunity to learn so much about glass fusing. To be at Fire and Light Studio with teacher, John Phillips was the opportunity of a lifetime. Julie and I had a ball being together and talked and talked without interruption (other than the beep, beep, beep of tornado warnings and the roar of torrential rain). I also got to see Julie’s family for a short time and was amazed at how much her children have grown. I had the privilege of watching her daughter dance. She is a natural born dancer and makes it look so effortless and graceful. I have many memories of my time away. The week was also a productive one, but some of the work still needs to be done. I came home with only two finished pieces, a blue and green woven vessel and my red bowl, but have lots of things that need some work to complete. A felted bag to line, a felted book that also needs lining and a closure, pendants that need bails and a box full of glass still to arrive in the mail that I had to ship as I couldn’t bring it all home on the plane. I spent my afternoon cleaning up my glass work space as I am now inspired to continue that craft. This evening, I finished the bag that I started at Vicki’s. Tomorrow, I hope to get some of my photographs developed. I am pleased with many of them. (Vicki teased by saying that if you take a thousand pictures at least a few will turn out good and she was right). But, now, I had better get to sleep and rest up for what will come tomorrow. After all, I’ve got to start earning money to pay for the next vacation!