Weld, Weld, Weld



Remember when I shared this photo? It’s a cowbell I made in a welding class. I bring it up now because I’ve started a new welding class: Oxy Acetylene Sculpture.


Can I please take a moment to extol the virtues of learning? The other day, well, I was depressed. From the moment I woke until I walked into that new sculpting class. My soul and my mind were heavy. When I arrived at class, I told myself to try and be present and pay attention. Honestly – that felt like the most I might be able to do, given my state of blue. So I paid attention. And I tried to process the information being given. By the end of class, I realized that the act of learning had taken me outside my sadness and had freed me – if only for a while – from my depression. Yet another reason for me to seek new knowledge!


Anyhoo – we’ll see how this class goes and if anything fruitful comes of it. I’m hopeful. And excited, if you must know. Creating is something I was born to do. When I forget that, or stray too far from that purpose, I become disconnected from myself. Those are hard times. Let’s hope this class helps me be in touch with me.


As a treat, here’s a link to oxy acetylene artist Cal Lane’s website. If this chick’s works don’t blow your mind, I don’t know what will. She’s amazing!

Still A Little Off



I’m still a little off, after the death of Robin Williams. I feel a bit crazy, being this affected, but I am. And I’m not the only one. I keep running into people who are just as off-kilter as I. And not one of us ever met the guy.


I have openly declared my love for television. It started in childhood and continues to this day. I’m thinking it was my devotion to “Mork & Mindy” that garnered a spot in my heart for Mr. Williams. As his residency there has lasted most of my life, I’m struggling right now, as a fan. I keep remembering the end of each “Mork & Mindy” episode, as Mork told Orson about whatever life lesson he’d learned. Through his telling, I learned, too. And with his weekly sign-off, “Nanu nanu,” I felt as if I’d experienced growth. I was only a child, but still.


I don’t know why the loss of some celebrities/actors/well-known folks is greater than others. Do we somehow convince ourselves these people are our friends? Do we believe we actually know them on some level?


Maybe my own age is playing a part here. Maybe being closer to the end than the beginning of my life story is triggering emotion. I’m not sure. And honestly, I’ve got too much living to do – today – to spend time trying to figure it out.


I’ll leave you with this… In my heartbroken state over Mr. Williams, I came across a gentleman’s self-penned obituary. It made me laugh. And it even brought a few tears to my eyes. Life is truly all-too-short. And sometimes, it’s pretty danged funny.