City:
For about 30 years, worn out flannel sheets or nightgowns have been torn or cut into paper towel sized pieces. A pile in the K saves tons of paper and they take up little room in the laundry.

Waiting for my wallet to arrive (two day mail takes how long?) has had me tied to the house all day today. I managed to do a load of laundry, now put away. I spent a long time replying to the email which needed my best effort of caring diplomacy. I feel I made it and off it went. The recipient has about 30 years of frustration/anger to manage. I closed with the hope that this could heal and he could once again be part of the community of his childhood and young adulthood. I am sure it helps that I have not been a part of the painful years.

The rest of this day have been a bouncing up and down but afraid to leave the house, I moved the car and walked up and down the sidewalk a few times. I cannot even stop waiting now as Postal staff often work 'til late. A phone call to my quilting friend to give her info re art showing to pass on to artist husband, a message to her husband reminding him I would like to see this happen in my lifetime!

Several other shorter messages and viewing a few short videos. I am holding on to sanity. I am not good at waiting. I need an enthralling novel but I am clean out and cannot go to the library! Call to a more experienced potter last night elicited a - let go of those over-fired pots; they cannot be glazed. I have a couple possibilities but must be careful that they are permanently marked "NOT FOR FOOD". Responsible potting.