Anyway, the Sunday funk has lifted, although the vog hasn't. It does make for pretty sunrises and light effects.
Here is one of my beauties.
And a little character got caught between the glass and the frame of my glass topped table on the deck. Not frozen in ice, the way it looks. No ice around here! She's an inch long from stem to stern.
And these are ceramics by Mary and other student ceramicists.
Mary has only been doing this work for a couple of years, but she has made enormous strides. Well that's Mary, who is so curious, smart, energetic and hard-working! What a woman! The pot on the far left and the geranium leaf plate are hers, as well as the cup and saucer in the back. I did not catch the name of the woman who made the nice pot with the leaf pattern.
Pic of me, Terry, Mary and Jim in a Cuzco bar. Would slugs like us have gone to Peru and had those adventures without a push from Mary? I think not.
But this a.m. it's housecleaning, attemping to make a family holiday card (There is something wrong with Shutterfly. I thought it was me, but one of my Facebook friends reports problems too.) , compiling a mailing list of friends and relatives to send cards to, obsessing over a Christmas box (yes, late, I'll bet all the worthwhile people sent their boxes off ages ago).
More: Great takedown of the Conservative frenzy over low birthrates. I laughed out loud several times as I read it. Really am back to my normal cheerful self!
More More: Totebaggers and The Bobos. It's a problem with my peers, especially. A lot of them live in enclaves where they never see people who are really different from themselves or Brooks-type people. They enjoy the snooze-o-rama that is public television and radio. And one does not want to offend them, because they are so nice, you know. But I think it is time to start throwing some poo at that guy.
Hey. I never said I was nice!