Through use of determination and elbow grease (did your grandpa used to say that? What does that even MEAN?) my train has been shunted to a nicer parallel track and I am now prepared to enjoy the hell out of this day, despite any obstacles. Jasper calmed down as well after a few bites of ham (Bill only feeds him dry food, which is good for his physical body but punishing for his spirit) and he and I got a few windows unstuck and vacuumed out. Now he can sit in them and smell the Spring that is frankly rioting around us. Tomorrow the housecleaners and the yard guys come, and I’m going to put them to work on the nooks and crannies around here. The yard is bristling with tulips! This was a nice surprise. I planted most of them over seven years ago, and normally they just don’t last that long. Or I should say I didn’t think that they lasted that long. Clearly I didn’t know fuck-all about tulips. All of the trees are blooming, or about to bloom. The redbuds are mindblowing!
Photo at Wikicommons by Charles Graf, thank you Charles Graf! We love you.
Margot Potter wrote a nice review of my book on her web site. She scared me a little bit at first, the way I suppose I must scare people as well. It’s something I don’t understand about myself until I meet people like Margot, who seem about three times as alive as everyone else. You can’t be around people like that and feel comfortable if you are in any sort of weakened condition. All of my friends share a quality of being very sturdy; I hadn’t really thought about this before but it’s unquestionably true. The weak fall away as life goes on. You may have more friends than I do, it’s quite likely. But it’s MY tribe you want around you if you are stranded on the Moon. That’s for damned sure. We’d have that place whipped into shape in no time flat.
As I’ve gotten to know Margot over the last few years, I have been pleased to find that she really likes doing things competently; I find this to be a very attractive personality trait. Anyone who is willing to spend an entire page of an email talking about the best way to open or close a jump ring, or properly crimp, well. I’m down with that. And she loves my new book, which is also a great point in her favor. Thanks Margot!
And Jean Campbell submitted the fully edited, illustrated and mapped Jewelry Architect to Interweave this morning. That’s a huge step forward for both Jean and I and a great start to my Brave New Day.

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April 7th, 2010 at 10:02 am
Hey Kate~
Grampa was right about the elbow grease! My husband repairs antique clocks and learned his trade from a horologist. Clarence was born in New York in the early 1900s where he learned from European clock masters. The old timers would use the grease from their elbows to use on the clock movements. It was easy, readily available, and just the right amount for the small mechanisms. Thought you would like this FYI.
Looking forward to your video and book!
peace,
Gwynnie
April 7th, 2010 at 10:39 am
now that’s the silliest thing I’ve heard all day.
I don’t know who is the joker here, Clarence or you, but everyone’s grandpa is proud.
April 7th, 2010 at 11:30 am
My elbows are not so greasy. In fact, I should probably put some lotion on them.
Glad to hear that everything is falling into place and that you’re getting on with Margot Potter and that she wrote a nice review of your book. I’m looking forward to seeing it myself. I will try to shanghai a copy in Philadelphia at BeadFest to take a look.
I love bulbs. If they don’t rot, they multiply. Many of the English gardens are packed full. One day I’d like a walled in garden with a variety of fritillaries, lilies (particularly toad lilies), irises, tulips, daffodils, and dahlias. And these aren’t bulb plants, but I love them also – columbines and hellebores.
April 7th, 2010 at 11:37 am
I can show you my advance copy in Denver!
I had to beg for it, but by God I have one.
April 7th, 2010 at 11:44 am
OMG this day! This day!
I have to keep dragging my train onto the Happy Tracks.
It’s possible that my only option is going to be to take a nap. Or better yet, a walk with the kids. I wonder if it’s finished storming?
We used to walk every day, down to the fire station, to see the fire trucks. Over the bridge, to see the trains. Liam is officially taller than me now, it seems like just yesterday and so long ago that I was packing little tupperwares of Cheerios and sippy cups with juice for the 40 minute roundtrip walk.
April 7th, 2010 at 4:20 pm
You made me laugh out loud, and I needed that because I’m currently feeling like an elephant is sitting on my chest and I snorted a jar of habanero salsa. Today I’m about one half as alive as everyone else, but this too shall pass.
Your book is mind blowing and people are going to freak out when they get it…in the best way possible.
Cheers,
Madge
April 7th, 2010 at 4:41 pm
Doesn’t it confuse you, too, when people are scared when they meet you? I always forget that people are so…tender, or whatever it is that they are. Any kind of exuberance is suspect, especially if it seems to be a constant state.
April 8th, 2010 at 1:40 pm
Yes, it really does confuse me. I feel so smallish mostly. I’m not as super shiny and happy as most people think, but when I’m out at shows or on the interwebs I’m usually in shameless self promotion mode and that’s different from brooding melancholic Irish mode.
What people don’t realize is that a majority of my time is spent alone in total silence in my studio. I don’t play music while I work, I don’t get out much and I don’t have any friends who live nearby. So when I finally do get out among three dimensional people I’m a bit like a spastic puppy. Oh my GOD! PEOPLE! REAL PEOPLE!
April 8th, 2010 at 2:19 pm
Yes, I suffer a bit from this, too. I am an extremely gregarious hermit, as hermits go, and I get very happy to see people too; I mistake them all for people who like me. Also I tend to forget who out there has a problem with me, and so I am in general happy to see almost everyone. This confuses people, but on the whole I prefer to be that way.
April 8th, 2010 at 1:42 pm
Thanks for reminding me that “fuck-all” is an expression I need to be using a lot more. Every time I hear Jo Brand say it (usually on Graham Norton) I realize that it is seriously underused.
April 8th, 2010 at 2:15 pm
SERIOUSLY underused! The word “fuck” in general is one of our finest words; I would use it in every sentence as a different part of speech if people weren’t so tender. Wil Wheaton is a good role model for me, he is never afraid to swear.
April 8th, 2010 at 2:16 pm
I know, doesn’t that clasp just slay you? Like I keep saying, what took me so long to make it? Geez!