Sunday, March 05, 2006
Jazz is still sick. Vets weren't much help. We have some different drugs to try but still no diagnosis. One of the things we were given is an anti-psychotic, because ti acts on the bladder somehow, and it seems to be making her a bit stoned.
I'm trying to decide how far I want to go. I really like my new job, and now I wonder if I need to pursue a Master's, or try to get any further ahead in any kind of a hurry. Strange shift of perspective, though, after having worked so hard in school over the last few years. I'm here. Now I just have to work. Don't necessarily have to break my neck to do anything else right yet.
I have, however, been learning how to make paper. Which is very satisfying. I love paper and stationery and pens and all the accoutrements of writing, and I've produced some lovely speckled paper, and made some cards. Experiments galore. I'm getting the hang of how the deep dark hues of wet paper dries to a sort of pale imitation. A beautiful periwinkle blue wet sheet turns into a muddy blue-gray when it dries. It was funny, when I told my neighbour what I was doing, she said, "Did you read The Time-Traveller's Wife?" and I said, "that's how I got started." And we talked about who we would want to play Henry when the movie comes out. (NOT Brad Pitt. Maybe Johnny Depp.)