Friday, Dec. 26. No photos today; I hope to have some tomorrow.
This was a great day. I spent the morning driving three hours from Youngstown to Tink's house. (Note to anyone considering staying in an inexpensive motel: Check that the bed has a blanket first. I was surprised to find this was not considered a necessary part of my hotel rental fee at the EconoLodge where I stayed; you just get a sheet and a bedspread. First time in hundreds of motels and hotels I've seen this!)
During the drive, the landscape was very grey and brown and flat, with many houses
constructed in 1950s "little boxes on the hillside" style. It reminded me of what it was like to live in the midwest, and caused me to contemplate the contrast with the kind of defiance that Bostonians seem to carry. "I'll stop for that red light if I feel like it!" etc. (I'm not generalizing about Midwestern people, just about what I felt from
the landscape and architecture, which reminded me a bit of my own feelings
from this area when I lived there. I am, however, generalizing about a trait
I find in many Boston-area residents.)
Tink and furry/feathered family greeted me very warmly and, in the doggie's case, excitedly. They are all very funny. The house is great and has great potential for when it's renovated. Her lampwork studio is amazing, very comfortable to work in, with all the best equipment for making beads.
It was odd - while learning to make the beads, it felt like I had done something
very like this before. To be honest, though, there is nothing in my experience
quite like this. I've worked with molten metal, pottery, yarn, beads, string,
paint, and Sculpey, but nothing behaves quite like glass. I can't account
for the feeling, just that I know what to do, more or less, when I hold the
mandrel in my hand. Tink has exclaimed over my "natural" ability to progress with the glass, and I'm a bit dumbfounded about it. I just
feel very quiet and focused while doing it. Tomorrow the beads emerge from
the kiln, and I'll try to photograph and post my first three.
In any case, if anyone is considering going somewhere to learn from an expert, Tink is the one!
A nice bonus is that my best friend growing up, Laurie, who lives in Detroit
(about an hour away), drove down to have dinner with me. We haven't seen
each other in person for at least four years, so it was very nice. And she
even got carded for her drink! I'm not saying how old I am, but she's the
same age, and it's well past the time we should be getting carded!
Good night for now.