Utter Failure

    Bad title. I should not focus on the failure part, rather on whatever lessons I learned, whatever enjoyment I had, whatever good may have come from it. I speak of yesterday’s complete waste of time and energy at the Horticultural Fair in Wellesley. I made two sales of <$100. Not as bad as that fair at Look Park several years ago where I sold absolutely nothing… This was not a particularly good venue for me (ya think??) since it was more of an agricultural fair, and people were not so much on the lookout for handcrafted items. Add to that the major malfaut on the part of the orgqanizers of hiring a very loud rock band to play Beatles covers right in front of me. I couldn’t hear myself think let alone talk to anyone about my stuff. It was a good thing I had the display so people could see photos and not have to ask me as much. A lesson: I should more carefully check out a fair before I pay good money and go to all the effort to sell at it.
    I did get rather majorly depressed: “Nobody wants my stuff” “Why do I bother working so hard at this?” “I am wasting my time and energy which could be put to much better use fighting global warming” “I pretend/think/imagine I am a ‘fiber artist’ when really I am just a dilettante.” That last hits a nerve since I’ve felt like one ever since learning the world in Mr. Walker’s English class junior year. and G’s little mouse is an even smaller example of this misspent, ill appropriated energy. Here’s the story: Friday night I get a call from G at Cumbie’s on rt 9. She and K had biked there and found a tiny baby mouse in the parking lot. What should they do with it? I suggested many options including leaving it there (let nature take its course), putting it out of its misery, feeding it to Snakey, and trying to care for it, which would be very hard and time consuming. Of course they decided on the latter, apparently mainly at Katie’s insistence. So we now have a tiny baby mouse, probably a week or so old (eyes not yet open) that every few hours must be fed kitten milk replacer with a tiny syringe, sometimes by G and sometimes by me. And what will we do with this mouse when it is grown? Probably catch it with a mouse trap when it ends up in our kitchen…. I have suggested that we invite K over to teach her how to feed it so that at least they can take turns. And when we go to Oregon, maybe she can take it. And maybe her new kitten will find it and dispatch it….. Well, one thing I can say is that it is adorably cute, voracious, and must be hardy to have made it this long.

It brings back memories of hours spent caring for the girls’ tamagotchies (?) when they were little.
    One may notice that I have no interesting fiber news, things I’m working on, and all like that. That’s because I am so discouraged that I don’t even want to think about fiber today.

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