If I didn't seriously think I would blow a wall out of the house I'd just buy a damn propane torch and have at it. But common sense, and the wonderful view I've been getting of the next door neighbor's house wall that's all bashed out and boarded up as a result of HIS house fire, is telling me otherwise. (I think Neighbor is planning to replace said wall with a picture window so I'll probably be seeing more of him and his family than I ever wanted to get to know. ) My problem is always that I want to do so many things and none of them half-assed and it used to be that I didn't have enough money in the bank or ability/confidence to learn or find places to do these things...now I have more money and confidence but less time and more stuff competing for a piece of it. If I'd come from a rich family and didn't have to work, I would still be as busy as I am now and find ways to fill in all the time. Working on stuff is the main thing that makes me feel better in life, like a little beaver. (Beavers also mate for life and I'm guessing that's because when you have a lot of trees to gnaw and dams and lodges to construct, you don't have a hella lot of time to be checking out different beavers and socializing and whatever it is beavers do before they get hitched.)
Well, at least the general jewelry class starts up again end of May so I can go ahead and register for that and probably find some glass classes in June when things historically slow down a bit at work due to people going on vacations and conferences and the like. Just keep pegging away like the Scots and German farmers did, it eventually all ends up getting done even if it's slooooow.
Speaking of pegging away, I have been wailing on the downstairs and it's starting to actually look like a living room again instead of a combination shipping dock/rummage sale as painted by Bosch. Plus I found my copy of Watt's "Spiels of a Minuteman" which I love because Watt wrote it and it's in French as well as English - as I have been telling myself for three years, I AM going back to French class too, it's just a matter of developing my juggling skills to manage yet another ball - anyway "Spiels" was under this dresser that I could SWEAR I looked under four or five times previously when I was beating the bushes trying to find this book - I was pretty sure it fell behind the couch or under the dresser next to it - But for some reason I never spotted it till tonight. I think I'm gonna find my way back to the Wattlist that I kinda got away from when I had to change jobs, and go to a few more Watt shows and ask him to sign this book. Watt's one of the few musicians I respect enough that I'd make a fanly request like that and I'm pretty sure he'd honor it too. I forgive him for complaining about my friend's Boston T-shirt and anyway we heard that secondhand from a source that tends to be less than reliable and more than hyper about such things and besides, Watt's been through enough that if he acts curmudgeonly once in a while ya can't really blame him.