primalmommy on thu 12 may 05
Has anybody had any experience with the little pugmill from axner that's
under $2000? Ever since I fell through my construction project my left
elbow has been talking to me about needing a pugmill. Mel, feel free to
lecture me about buying cheap tools -- three grand is a lot of pad pots.
Tonight after my adult guild class went home -- it was almost 10pm - I
decided that before I mopped and closed up shop I would try out the
guild's old pug mill and recycle some class slop buckets, which runneth
over. A block or so away, my whole family was in bed and so my time was
my own (a rare thing!)
It needed to be cleared of fossilized clay first, then the security
guard came to say he was locking the gates (I parked out on the street
and keyed back in through a pedestrian gate) and one thing led to
another, and by the time I got everything done and cleaned up and
locked, it was midnight.
I really like being in the Toledo Botanical Garden alone, late at night.
There was this cold, clear sky with that thin cheshire-cat-grin sliver
of moon. It's a little dark and creepy, and nobody but nobody is around
-- the geese asleep under the bridge, the guard gone home to bed. I like
to think of all those little lithophane scenarios in the dark, waiting,
at the lithophane museum. The exhaust fans are always running at the
glass blowers guild, those big furnaces roaring (unattended!)
24-7...from the ivy on arbors above the path, these clusters of
Chihuly-ish glass artworks glint in the moonlight... the gift shop is
dark, and I walk under arches between the photographers guild's cottage
and the stained glass guild -- brick paths, herb gardens, some flowering
thing always smelling heavenly. Laurie Spencer's giant coiled clay dome
hulks like a big wigwam on the lawn. And I have it all to myself in the
wee hours...
I drove home and came in the front door, quietly so as not to wake the
kids.. but there on the couch was my 11 year old son, wrapped in a
sleeping bag. He jumped up, eyes wide, and said, "Mom!" -- Before I
could finish asking why he was up after midnight, his face scrunched up
and he burst into tears and said, "I was worried about you!"
I hugged him up, explaining that I was fine and he could have called,
and I often stay late, and did he think a bear ate me? Or that I ran off
with the circus so I didn't have to sort socks anymore? and bla bla
bla...
but I kept thinking.. one day it's gonna be ME sitting up waiting for
YOU out past curfew... and worrying!
Anyway. On list, off list, can a pugmill that cheap be worth buying?
primalmommy at mail2ohio.com
thanks!
Kelly in Ohio
sending my waiting-up-for-me kid off tomorrow to tent camp with his
scouts -- on lake Erie -- on a weekend predicted to be roaring with
thunderstorms. Doesn't phase him a bit. He says it's all about having
dry socks.
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