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AND feeling very Cared About.

Ratty Claus

Loving how fast the time flies. Except the book needs to be published before books are obsolete. Oh, right. Must write it, illustrate it.

The card at left is Marcie Collins, local artist and ceramicist who can do anything involving pen, ink, clay, and even bits of fake fur…

As for celebrating with friends like that time three years ago at True’s house: no.  More than one party every five years is unseemly at a certain age.  BUT I am looking forward to another self-produced surprise party (since no one RSVPs, every party is a surprise, isn’t it?)   next year.

Theme:  Ain’t it good to be alive?

Yesterday Charlie personalized my (fathomless) English pewter mug, rescued from  dumpster down the street.

Upon presenting it to me yesterday (we both thought yesterday was the tenth of December) he said, “there’s a story”. He pointed to a little bleb of silver on the inside of the cup.

“I got out what I thought was the right tool, and punched right through the thin metal on the first letter–I ‘d thought it would be thicker. So then I had to silver-solder the hole in the side of the mug…and go a whole lot more gently…”

He started with the ‘n’ because the way the dremel turned meant going right to left, which also means he could see where he was cutting.

All this because the trouble and expense of ‘real’ engraving, with all the flourishes I felt I needed, were too much..

This lives at the local pub. Clear glass bottom. Very cool.

~ by jacquiephelan on December 10, 2009.

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