Somewhere along the way I lost some of my data… my hard drive died several months ago and since then I am trying to pick up pieces. Most of what I wrote in WordPress blogs is still there, but the raw data from which I made these posts seems to have been lost in spite of online backup! What ever will we all do when the bad guys shoot down our cloud?
Anyway, it was time to look at the new themes anyway. I was getting weary of the same old same old…so here we go with a new look.
But I am busy playing with the custom banner. Eventually I’ll revamp the big blue table of contents to go nicely on the svelte new layout…it is looking kind of hokey there now.
Here are a couple of tries at banners…I kind of like the reverse color one, but it’s not very swimmer-ish with the orange water. To learn about the horse, you can click HERE .. it’s a “side blog” called “Weightless in Water:
Still.. the header may change…again, but it’s the same ol’ swimmer here.
No more drippy wallowing in water image taken in 2001.Instead of that,
an updated hello image from this year’s Lake Kachess, WA July outing, all warm in a sweater and dry as a bone.
My address has changed several…really MANY times in the past several years. Now I am ensconced in the tall trees of a rainforest periphery in the Olympic Mountains. This is a beautiful place to make art. And to think.
What I am thinking these days is about the number of moons I will get to see before I leave for the Better Place I am headed. I am getting more picky about what I use my energies for, and more concerned about making the minutes good ones that count, rather than fretting about things that won’t matter twenty years from now. It makes me more cautious about spending … money, time, my body strength (it’s pretty strong still)..and at the same time more free to go ahead and DO things. I have a great outlet for the going-ahead part: I am reworking damaged or irregular wood bowls and putting my marks on them, for better or worse. Sometimes they turn out very well. Or very awful, in which case they are even more subject to wild experiments! I cannibalize them to make parts for other pots.
I get treated like an honored guest at the homes of the grown up people my children have become. They cook for me and encourage me to go ahead and take my nap. They let me play with the children while they clean up. This is the life.
So here goes, into the next segment of Old Swimmer’s Web Log.. It’s a long story and I’m not done yet.
Old Swimmer
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