6-8-08
3:36pm
For so many years, I have confused boredom with yearning. I thought I was yearning for something unreachable, needing something, maybe a person, maybe a path, maybe a god... There had to be something to fill that void! Now I realize. I was just bored. I should have taken up video games and MMORPGs a long time ago. At this point I've filled my life with so many other things; I hardly have enough time to play my video games, and certainly not enough electronic accessories to do it right.
I've also realized that boredom really isn't so bad. Real-life boredom is better than real-life drama.
3:44pm
Some people here have asked me what my blog is about.
um
yeah that
me, me,me, and my art- all me, remember?
3:45pm
I left this morning early, before breakfast. It was cold and gray. I wanted to warm up in the car. As soon as I left the island, the clouds faded, the sun came out and the air reached the perfect upper seventies temperature. Gorgeous! I stopped at my favorite wireless hotspots, uploaded my photos and blog, checked email, bought yarn, and stopped at a tool barn.
I was ready to drive several hours off to another tool barn. I thought about the time (2pm), thought about the gorgeous day, thought about the lobster-on-the-rocks picnic scheduled for tonight... I said to myself (optimistically), maybe I should go back to Deer Isle, so I don't miss the beautiful day and the picnic. As soon as I crossed the bridge going to the island, the sky greyed over and the air temperature dropped about 20 degrees.
Now I can't decide whether I should leave again, crochet a hat, have a drink, work in the studio, keep writing- or some combination of all those things.
psst...hey, do I look like I'm nearly 40?
Sunday, is it the 8th or the 9th? Am I still a day off?
Today really is a beautiful day, both on and off Deer Isle. I left Haystack fully intending to drive hours to visit the Camden Rockport area and Liberty Tool. Then I stopped in Blue Hill and got lazy. I sat outside the library and uploaded all of my photos to Xanga and Flickr. I decided I'd rather browse than blog, so I started ambling down the Main Street, whatever it's called, Hwy 15 anyway. I bought most of my souvenirs, tshirts for the kids, a few frilly things for myself. Now I'm sitting at Wescott Forge ( a restaurant not a smithy) waiting for a posh little breakfast. One of the storekeepers told me that it's graduation weekend here in Blue Hill, as it must be in many towns across Maine and elsewhere.
Now for some scenery

The lupines are blooming

Lichen is everywhere in the coastal areas.
Lobster on the rocks- cold, but scenic.
Some studio shots from ceramics and wood





















































































