tony clennell on sun 26 oct 08
Kelly: I have watched you over the years turn the making of bread or
borcht into a paper the length of War and Peace and in your last post
from Arrowmount you drop a - Jeff lost his job!. Geez lady this is
serious stuff!!! He is the bread winner with the bennies and all that
stuff. Glad you two had a week at Arrowmount to hold each other
without interference from the kids. Love lifts us up where we belong!-
Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warrens. Just heard it this morning and
thought maybe I could send you two out a hug over cyberspace.
Everything for a reason as they say. Austin Texas- man that's a music
scene.
All the best,
Tony
I woke up to realize I forgot to put the . in 1.5 and did 15 instead
for my Korean celedon. Had to wash everything I glazed yesterday. My
mind has been elsewhere lately.
jonathan byler on mon 27 oct 08
I heard there's a teaching gig in west georgia, somewhere. I forget
the name, but if you are doing job searches, it should come up.
jon byler
3-D Building Coordinator
Art Department
Auburn University, AL 36849
On Oct 26, 2008, at 8:44 AM, tony clennell wrote:
> Kelly: I have watched you over the years turn the making of bread or
> borcht into a paper the length of War and Peace and in your last post
> from Arrowmount you drop a - Jeff lost his job!. Geez lady this is
> serious stuff!!! He is the bread winner with the bennies and all that
> stuff. Glad you two had a week at Arrowmount to hold each other
> without interference from the kids. Love lifts us up where we belong!-
> Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warrens. Just heard it this morning and
> thought maybe I could send you two out a hug over cyberspace.
> Everything for a reason as they say. Austin Texas- man that's a music
> scene.
> All the best,
> Tony
> I woke up to realize I forgot to put the . in 1.5 and did 15 instead
> for my Korean celedon. Had to wash everything I glazed yesterday. My
> mind has been elsewhere lately.
Kelly Savino on mon 27 oct 08
Tony, you're too right about the weight of my "P.S." -- Jeff and I had
agreed to enjoy the (too-late-to-cancel) weekend, and schedule all our
freaking out for Monday after we get home.
Well, we're home. And it's after midnight.. lol
I have kept journals since fifth grade, through high school and college
and single life, all the way up to the time I married Jeff at age 30.
Then daily conversation (and later, internet blather) replaced my
journalling.
Ironically, when nothing much was happening in my life, I had the
leisure to ponder the universe, writing at length about life, the
future, mankind, philosophy, and other non-events, ad nauseum.
But when life turns on a dime -- who has the time to write about it? In
a crisis, the brain goes into "safe mode". Lately, I plan no farther
into the future than lunchtime, bedtime, firing time. I'm giving my
full attention to the controllable details at hand... reassuring kids,
keeping Jeff positive, planning frugal menus, polishing CVs, making pots
for holiday sales, packing summer clothes to the attic.
Sometimes, you're hanging on with both hands, and can't manage to
wave... y'know?
Writing on line is further complicated by the public nature of some
potentially personal stuff. There were times I came home from grad
school to pound my forehead on a wall.. but dared not spill my deepest
feelings on my blog, lest the fellow student who was making me nuts --
or the profs who were testing my limits --- would read it. Similarly,
while hubby is in the midst of negotiating his severance package, I dare
not spew my frustrations about the details involved. (12 years of
stellar job reviews, and in a week's time, he loses sole income for a
family of 5, health/prescription/dental/ortho/vision/prescription
coverage, and college tuition waivers for all my kids.)
So yeah, it's occupying more than a brief postscript, in real life.
Most days I can keep afloat... "one door closes, another will open"...
"maybe this is the push from this unfulfilling job to one he would love,
like teaching biology"... "maybe this is the time, with Jeff home doing
the schooling, for me to turn up the jets and see how much I can make in
the studio full time.".. "Maybe it's time to pull out my shiny new MFA
and take MY turn pulling the load..."
Oddly, there's really no reason anymore for us to stay in Toledo, or
even Ohio. My folks go to Florida for half the year, anyway. Suddenly
all the possibilities open up, and nothing is off the table. We'll both
be sending CVs in every direction, now. Most days, it's kind of
exciting.
Tonight, though, I'm tired. (We worked in the Arrowmont studios until
they kicked us out at 1 a.m, got up dark-and-early for breakfast, and
drove 9 hours home after lunch.) I am bone-weary, and fresh out of
sister-mary-sunshine platitudes. We picked up the kids en route and
arrived home to find a mailbox full of bills, my garden frost-kill
brown, and our dearest guinea pig dead of mysterious causes. I tucked
in a sobbing Molly, and then got out Jeff's and the boys' scout
uniforms; tomorrow is the funeral for a 14 year old boy in their troop,
who took his own life five days ago.
Too much to think about, all at once.
So I'm taking the journey one step at a time, these days, distracting
myself with shiny pebbles along the way. I can't figure it all out
tonight, but I can go take a hot bath, curl up to sleep with my good
man, and then start tomorrow with a cup of coffee and a better grip.
And I'll write about Arrowmont, and Cynthia Bringle, then.
Yours
Kelly in Ohio
http://www.primalpotter.com
Overall's on tue 28 oct 08
Kelly wrote:
"We picked up the kids en route and arrived home to find a mailbox full of =
bills, my garden frost-kill brown, and our dearest guinea pig dead of myste=
rious causes. I tucked in a sobbing Molly, and then got out Jeff's and the=
boys' scout uniforms; tomorrow is the funeral for a 14 year old boy in the=
ir troop, who took his own life five days ago."
Last year our family experienced the overwhelming facts of life and it can =
make you take notice of a few things.=A0 You're right about the brain switc=
hing gears to focus.=A0 I was numb and shut down, preparing myself for what=
seemed to be non-stop.
This year was the hurricane, but for our neck of the woods it was more inco=
nvenience than devastation thankfully.=A0 I believe we all learned somethin=
g through that, too.=A0=20
Hindsight again will prove you and yours will pull through this just as a s=
hip in a turbulent storm.=A0 The captain has to keep control of the ship or=
it will roll and sink.=A0 In this case, you are the captain because Jeff r=
eally needs your support.=A0 Men and their work has such importance to thei=
r identities of self-worth.
Kelly, THE most important thing to focus on through it all is to be thankfu=
l for what you do have and not the losses. You all still have one another.=
=A0 Your son's friend felt hopeless and helpless to the world and it got hi=
m at his weakest moment.=A0 The Savino teammates are survivors. You know al=
l this already, but maybe the words will help keep you focused.=A0=20
Clayart members helped me through mine last year. My older sister who lives=
next door and our son-in-law in Australia were both captains of two ships.=
=A0 When the sea finally quelled - four family members and two of our pets =
were gone in about six months.=20
This year the sun is shining again, I'm back producing/selling and our smil=
es are returning.=A0=20
Kim O=A0=20
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