The bursts of rain continue. Meanwhile, a monster truck arrived with a monster crane and delivered the roof beams. A monster truck which crawled up a quarter mile drive --and around a hair pin turn -- backwards--then forward up through the second hairpin turn. A monster truck with a very good driver.
The boys scampered up to get the beams placed in correctly -- so that a tarp could be laid over them to prevent further water damage to the wine cellar.
Days like this, these kind of hard core, in your face, it-was-going-well-but-it's-not-right-now days, leave me only one option. To spend all my time doing this
(latte cup in the making as part of a commissioned order to go to Alaska)...
...and this....(bathroom backsplash mosaic tiles before glazing - I am up to 220 and counting)..
and these( candle sticks and dinner plates to go to South Carolina and Zurich on commission and a few for my new up and coming Etsy shop, thrown and painted, waiting to be glazed)....
I thank the heavens and the moon and the stars and the creator of it all for this small studio where I can leave cranes and monster trucks and cement and sand and flooded wine cellars behind. Oh, yeah, Gratitude Friday on Monday. You bet. Yes.