Yesterday, I was nervous. I always feel this way when I fire up my kiln and it's not about what you might expect. I'm not nervous about the kiln not functioning or something happening to my studio. I'm not even really nervous about the outcome, it's only a bisque fire and usually this is an easy firing step. What makes me nervous is the process of loading the pieces into the kiln.
Dodging, weaving and the dog.
The process goes something like this: load 3-8 pieces on a tray, weave through a hallway, down some steps, and around the dog. Then unload the trays onto several small tables and start the fetch and carry process again. All the time, hoping nothing falls off the tray. Once all the pieces are outside, I arrange them by height, figure out how high I need to build the shelves in the kiln and start loading. It feels like it takes forever. It usually takes an hour.
Anxiety and closets, again.
Two more closets got cleaned this last week. My daughter's bedroom closet had no floor space left and towers of stacked boxes labeled 'stuffed animals'. She is married, has a master's degree and is pursuing a doctorate. I don't think she really wants or needs 3 boxes of stuffed animals anymore. While she was visiting, I got her to go through the boxes.
A sad and sweet trip down memory lane.
Inside the boxes were her first white stride rite baby shoes, baby books, and very well-loved stuffed kitties, unicorns and pooh bears. Most of the stuffed animals were recycled or donated but it was her baby books that she treasured. Books like 'Goodnight Moon', 'Sunshine', 'Moonlight' and 'Lady and the Tramp' but her favorite was a book of goodnight poems that I used to read her so often, we both still remembered the words by heart. The books and a few stuffed animals were lovingly re-packed into one box, instead of three. Yes, they went back onto a closet shelf because she's moving to L.A. Soon.
Floor space. Shelf space. Even wall space.
Here's what I'm finding about all this closet cleaning. When I open the doors, I look at the empty shelves first and smile. There's something about seeing a cleared floor, an empty shelf or two, and labeled boxes that feels so good.
I can't really explain my closet cleaning drive, yet. I'm not sure what got me started or whether I'm finally done(I hope and so does my husband) but I will keep my mind open and curious and I'll write about what I find out here on my blog.
Until then, I'll just open my closets and smile.