Just as promised, Philip and I grabbed the weekend by the balls and had so much fun yesterday. We started by going out for hot Chai and bagel/muffin breakfast as we hit the road for Ogden. It was an absolutely beautiful day. Philip and I agreed to commit to a good day and to communicate and get along well....which we did.
We went up to Ogden to pick up a framing project for Mom. I haven't been to Ogden for quite a while...well over a year I believe. I was surprised how the towns along the way have grown and things have changed. I know I was driving like an idiot because I was gawking at everything. Plus it was a gorgeous day full of sunshine....not what the weatherman had promised which was a nice surprise. Philip asked me if Washington Blvd was there when I was younger (haha) which I confirmed it was. Then I couldn't help telling him some of the stories and pointing out places I used to go. Things like the ballpark I learned to play softball when I was a teen, and where the mall was we used to hang out at. Where I traded in my wrecked Camaro for an Isuzu Truck (during the dark period of my life for sure). I failed to point out the bars and hang outs that were not positive stories for my teen son which is great self control. Success at the frame shop and then we stopped in Kaysville to visit my Dad and Cindy.
They were busy cleaning up their yard. I couldn't help but feel like that is what I should be doing too but I pushed that aside. We had a chance to catch up and visit a bit. I also got to see their dogs and fat orange kitty. I seriously don't think shaving him is going to help him look trim Dad. It is like me saying spandex will make me svelte. Sounds good but probably not gonna happen. After our visit, Philip and I were starved. I had a chance to remind myself why I left Davis county years ago. Even Philip commented on the large families with SOOOO many unruly kids. GAHHH!
I wore my strappy sandals I wrote about and Philip had a great time laughing at my giraffe walk. Actually it isn't so much as a giraffe as a slow shuffle but I am working on it. I just know I can master the sandal. Now that the shoes have wear marks, they are mine now. No returning them.
Philip worked on homework when we got home and had some friends over to talk "Magic" cards. It is like a whole foreign language with all these rules. I realize I have no link to this world and just don't understand it but Philip had a great time. While he did that, I got out the polymer clay and started working on the Bottles of Hope project.
As you might recall, Philip did Bottles of Hope for my cancer doctor's office for his Eagle Scout project. They were a huge hit. When I saw my doctor on November, they said they went like lightening and wondered if we would make more. I knew Philip was done with it but I really thought he would love to do more. So I said yes of course. In fact, we would do them over the Christmas holiday and bring them in the first part of January. I really did mean that and it sounded so good coming out of my mouth but the reality is it obviously didn't happen. It is March already. I did promptly order the bottles though. 75 of them. And I bought label tags...but have no idea where they went. And then it went in the closet to never been seen again...or at least for a while.
Funny how finding out my cancer is back put this project on the front burner again. Philip and Mom went to one of Mars' clay class the first weekend of March. I decided it was a good catalyst for getting the bottles going with the clay scraps from class. So I set up on my kitchen table. It is completely covered with clay paraphernalia. Last weekend, Philip begrudgingly helped me with rolling the clay and did a few bottles. We got 16 bottled done. But I still have tons more. So last night while Philip's friends were over, I picked one of my favorite Pandora stations on my phone and got to town. I rolled and pressed and texturized and manipulated that clay like no tomorrow. I got the bottle making process down to a science. I turned it into a major clay operations of maximum speed and efficiency. No waste...or wander. I finished 35 bottles!! In full disclosure, I have 9 that still need to bake. But I only have 24 bottles left to do. I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. I am very happy with the progress. I am very hopeful I might get to have my table back by Fall!
Today is homework for Philip and recovery for me. It is sunny today but windy. When I look to the South east, there are dark grey clouds. It might be snowing in the mountains. I'm sorry if you are in snow Mars and John.
So I continue to feel my steps are lighter and more springy. I'm unable to bounce but if I could, it would be very springy. I hope you've found spring in your step as well.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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