sunday in the studio

we moved the porcelain workbench.
it's in the basement in peices now
the bench my dad built me
i needed to move it out as the mice had built a nest behind it
but i do miss my dad....... before the senile dementia, before the stupidity of my idiot siblings

i also realized that i am getting more and more unwilling as i age to put up with other peoples stupidity.
i won't take being cursed at by a 20 year old....
i am unwilling to be at a neighbor's beck and call on a whim
nor am i willing to hang around for nasty or rude insults from people
i am getting hardened and a bit jaded
but maybe that is ok

a long time ago i had a dream where in i was told not to worry, that i was on the path i was supposed to be on.....and that everything i had as a goal for this life was happening according to schedule.
and
that everything that i'd done and experienced is one step closer to that goal

sometimes i don't believe it
sometimes i do

right now i am just trying to get the studio set up
and then finish whatever else i have to do
and try and plan for our retirement the best i can
and i am trying to stay healthy while doing it all

i know that getting the studio under control will go a long ways to helping me finish the duck book and the other things i am working on
and could in the long run help me finish the house enough to sell and get the farm

anyway
today it's going to be sunny it looks like....or at least not rain
so we'll finish up that corner of the studio......and i will hang the laundry outside

and cook a roast
and be with bernie