Thursday, February 28, 2013
February
Today is the last day of February. I spent yesterday out of town, at a funeral, my first since Papatya's. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it, if it would send me reeling back into deep grief. It helped that the experiences were completely dissimilar- a very southern religious service, complete with the creamy casserole church luncheon afterward. I was grateful that his funeral felt like a homecoming rather than tragic unexplained loss.
This month I made two cranes. One broke as I pulled it, seemingly perfect, from the kiln. This crane is left, intended for a close friend, hung with leather cording from her jewelry supply kit.
I can not make 10 cranes a month. If I only make 2 a month, do I have 500 months left in my life? Will I be making pottery when I'm 79? Is this a project I will complete? Does it matter if I do or if I don't? Is part of the point seeing past the futility?
February, 2013, I have made 26 cranes.
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