Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The glass is many layers of dichroic glass with a base of black. Then fused to get it into a single piece of glass. Cut down and then ground into a smooth heart...back into the kiln for a fire polish and then a bail added to complete the pendant. The piece does not show the layer of glass on top that gives it another layer of dichro but not all over the heart.
Monday, December 29, 2008
We were lucky to have had so much snow for Christmas this year. Son wanted to be home for a "white" Christmas....the weather was wicked.... below zero temps....minus wind chill temps and snow pretty much everyday he was here. His wish was granted.... but we "told" him not to wish this weather again for next year.
His GF was visiting us also her 1st experience with cold weather ever....sorry it was quite the experience. She was huddled by the fireplace with a roaring fire going and hardly wanted to go outside. This is what we in the "North" pretty much have to put up with for 4 or 5 maybe 6 months at a time. Don't figure.... they go home and the snow melts and we have thunder storms and sunny days. Who would have thought that.
Now we have New Years Eve approaching and our weather is suppose to turn cold again. It sure is a weird winter. I just killed a fly outside today. A fly you say....yes a fly..... what does that mean? A short winter and maybe spring is on it's way.... like next week? I doubt that.... most likely it's going to be a very long, cold rest of the winter....but the fly thing is a mystery....
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Twas the night before Christmas with the world in recession,
And Michigan buried 'neath a one-state Depression.
The factories were closed by the car companies in fear
That no money from Washington would arrive 'til next year.
On Wall Street the brokers were packing briefcases
And shuffling to subways with very long faces.
The Dow Jones had fallen to another record low,
And three banks were in 'ruptcy, where else could they go?
Of course Freddie and Fannie were snug in their bed,
And not by coincidence their quilt was bright red.
A third shape, between them, was watching the two.
'Twas their Uncle Sam, to tell them what they could — and could not — do.
The insurers and bankers had all written their lists
But weren't too excited since they'd already got gifts.
The Treasury money that bailed out their firms
Had come back in October, pretty much without terms.
But deep in Detroit, there was a chill in the air,
Because money was tight and cupboards were bare.
(It was especially cold in the Wayne County Jail,
Where a certain large inmate proved nobody was "too big to fail.")
The town always hurt when car sales were slow,
When people couldn't get credit and didn't have dough.
The numbers for GM were nowhere near quotas
Why, the industry slump had even hammered Toyota.
The ripple effects were felt far and wide,
As jobs disappeared and pension plans died.
You would pack up your kids and gather your spouse
To get out of town — if you could just sell your house.
But then what through this gloom should appear in the sky?
Was it a sled, with a driver, a bearded fat guy?
Indeed it was Santa all jolly in red
Making his rounds while all were in bed.
The sled was quite heavy from the bags in the back
Not loaded with toys, but laden with "jack."
"I've got Washingtons, Lincolns, Jacksons and more
Franklins, Hamiltons and Grants by the score.
If you've got money trouble, well I guess you're in luck
Why even this sleigh is pulled by eight bucks.
My printer's been running since early this fall.
I've got the gifts — in a size that fits all."
And so he delivered a bail-out to folks 'cross the land,
Especially those out of work, most in need of a hand.
But this wasn't top down, for the bigwigs in banks.
It was more bottom-up, to folks who said "thanks."
And Santa made clear to avoid all confusion
That these lumps of cash were a onetime infusion.
"By next year," he said as the gifts were imparted,
"I fully expect your recovery will have started."
And then he jumped in his sleigh and rose into the night,
Calling "To all, Merry Christmas" as he raced out of sight.
And like so many others who had assessed the situation,
He left the long-term fixes to the Obama administration.