Like I said, Durwood's allergies were on a roll so he dozed around all day, I kept quiet. I putzed around on the computer while listening to audiobooks. My library needs to get all the books on audiobook so I can check them out one at a time. ALL. Just sayin'. Hours can melt away with me sitting here playing hidden object games and listening to someone tell me a story.
|at Compagno's in Monterey, CA|
June 10--E. Gillieron, Reproduction of the Gold Cups from Vapheio. Hot. It's so hot near the smelter. Liquid gold on fire as it melts and pours into the mold. It takes a day to cool so that Job can take out the cup and begin to carve. He could leave it as it comes out, only remove the mold marks and smooth the spot, but his pride won't let him. He uses small handmade tools to scribe the lines deeper. He puts a curve to muscles and gives the forms life. The boss shakes his head and tells Job that he can't charge more so he, Job, is working for nothing. "Not for nothing," says Job, "for beauty," and he turns back to his workbench. Maybe one of the people who drinks from his cups will notice his careful work and smile.
I made fresh coffee this morning so the aroma has permeated the house. Mmm, smells like morning. It's a work day. It's payday. I need to get a move on. Busta move? Nah, just toddle off to the dive shop for 8 hours or so to keep the world safe from SCUBA diving.