Sometimes it seems that nothing happens that quickly in therapy.  I 

work and work with Seth.  He rolls on the floor, giggles, and ignores

me.  I begin to think, maybe that is as far as I can go.

This piece progresses so slowly.  My mother has fallen and broken

her hip.  I need to find affordable asbestos clean up so that I could

pull down the old kiln and build a new one. 

The metal in my mold is shrinking too much for a good fit.  A winter 

passes as I stop blogging wondering if any one will ever read or be

 interested in this.  Why don’t I get any replies?

Mom is healing.  An asbestos guy that thinks artists are OK took on 

the cleanup job.  I found a way to clamp the metal so that it maintains 

its integrity.

Seth made a leap and is beginning to write and draw.  He has los

t interest in the floor and wants to play.  And he looks at me as if

to say, “Don’t sweat it, of course I could do this.”

Continued to “Day After Day”