pam bartl

this night

2012-01-19T18:39:00.001-05:00

i sit,

alone at the desk

dinner was

roasted boneless pork tenderloin

with home made mashed potatoes and salad

gin and tonic to drink

quiet except for grandfather clock

marking

seconds minutes and hours

dogs wait

jealous of my human food

i will share a bit with

them

sleep

2012-01-06T02:42:00.001-05:00

sleep was fickle tonight visited for awhile

then had second thoughts

left me wondering what rest was about

left me wondering what the scarves in the dryer looked like

i am up

in middle of night's visit

grandfather's clock sternly tics

measuring off the minutes

that i am not in a state of rest

measuring off the minutes

of my life

warmbrandiedmilk

naval orange sweet

nourishment in this dark

space oftime

night was

night is

night will

solemn day

2011-04-22T08:53:00.005-04:00

solemn day
good friday
grass grows ragged high

tulips are a screaming red
with pale white daffies sitting close by

quiet

sleep was good

though the dogs danced

at a little before 6

both lawn mowers need work

so the grass has a reprieve

i have several pieces of yardage to cut

cindy has been productive
in weaving the orders

now

i must step up to the plate
to finish the job

spring has exploded here

over the last several days

green in so many shades
of pale fresh

i find it hard to move quickly
in the morning

don't want to

simply want to savor the moment

house is so so dusty

construction from the hospital

dogs in and out

has never been this bad

i am off to shower and fluff

tea has grown cold

day must begin

yesterday, i thought i might actually stop in

at corpus christi church sometime today

whirligig frozen

2011-02-23T07:53:00.003-05:00

two days ago
garden
was
brown mucky mess
this morning
it wears
coat of
white trampled snow

air temps
in single digits
have
locked movement in place

life sometimes
feels
this way

sunday and....

2011-02-20T11:15:00.003-05:00

a year ago or so
i began to knit again
adrianna's august birthdate
was my motivation
sweaters to knit
for the first grandchild

last year
passed
sometimes
with the speed of weaving
sometimes
with the speed of knitting

six or seven sweaters done
for the munchkin-to-be

then i turned my attention
to hats
a different challenge
two hats for the munchkin
hats for friends who are battling cancer
hats for my niece and grandniece
hats for friends who are simply
friends
and finally a hat for me

i understand now,
the concept of how to knit a hat!

next challenge
and this one has been a challenge
mittens!
over the last three weeks
i have knit
and un-knit
measured
finished
and then
un-knit again
these two simple handcoverings

my patience has been tested
my eyes crossed and uncrossed
as i picked up the tiny stitches

the length is good on the second
needs to redone on the first
the thumb space is wrong on the first
need unravel, again, the thumb on the first

i am quite confident
that by the time i finish
these mittens
i will understand
how
to
knit
a mitten
or two

garden

2011-02-09T08:32:00.003-05:00

winter
still holds
the garden
hostage

snow
no longer
pristine white
beaten down
a dirty coat
sullied by dogs

garden waits
waits
waits for
release

morning wanders

2011-02-03T09:40:00.003-05:00

still in jammies
i know i know
not being a "grown up"
who showered fluffed
and zipped out the door
to make their mark on
the world
or at least
to generate cash
to pay the bills

just made a soup
slowly camelized a sweet onion
shredded white potatoes, carrots
added a sweet one, as well
added garlic, of course
as well as a bit of ginger

had an organic veggie broth,
whose flavor does not quite scintillate
added the last of the spaghetti sauce
a bit of red wine
and a dollop of white corn kernels

it sits
it simmers
while my
mind wanders
this thursday day

winter's thoughts

2011-01-20T08:44:00.004-05:00

i feel winter's shadow
sitting my shoulder
not as heavy
as in year's past

still
it's there
and yet
am almost pensive
at sun's slow return
to longer days

it seems
we should have
longer nights now
as winter's cold
moves into our bones

full wolf moon....

2011-01-19T21:43:00.004-05:00

Full Wolf Moon--
so named by the Native Peoples
of the northeast for the howling done
by hungry wolves in
dead winter.

dead winter
why consider winter
to be dead?
cold holds
the earth
cold surrounds
my home
cold permeates
my studio

i dress in layers
undershirts
turtlenecks
sweatshirts
socks on toes
that hope not be
chilled

i walk the garden

crunching snow
scooping the dogs' gifts"
glancing at
the brown skeletal
remains of

last year's growth

and as i wander
i sense the quiet
the peace that comes
within this resting season
knowing
that unseen forces play
below
cells divide slowly
waiting for the warmth
knowing they are alive
simply waiting
knowing the cold is
but a passing thing

sunday sun a day.....

2011-01-16T11:39:00.004-05:00

two weeks into this new year
two weeks
two odd weeks
for myself and
others that i know

weird happenstances
a certain degree of
chaos
containable
but still
chaos all the same

sunday morning's almost done
saturday was spent
not on the computer as planned
but cleaning this home
stripping the bed
washing drying folding
seeking to find order amid the chaos

this moment now
a chicken roasts
with glaze of red wine, honey, brown mustard
and red rasberry jam
surrounded by carrots, onion and potatoes
cats sleep
dogs wander
and my day waits to continue

friday had a special treat
went over to my niece tasha's
to bring cameron to school
dylan, the almost two year old was prancing around
clad in blue and white striped pj's,
with red elmo slippers on his feet
he was corralled
plunked in high chair
for his morning repast
so sweet.....

the garden this morning

2011-01-12T09:32:00.003-05:00

the garden this morning

white black brown

with flashes of red

cardinals

dashing round

dogs black blurs

sunday morning's almost all

2011-01-09T12:21:00.007-05:00

slow start to this day
slow start to this week
i won't be raking
leaves this sunday
won't be wandering
round this day

won't be savoring
the last rose
of summer

my cup of tea and i
will simply sit
and be

2011-01-04T10:00:00.005-05:00

monday was
productive
paperwork-productive
almost like september with
anticipation of the first day of school

printed out
my envelopes for each month's
receipts
updated the studio production files
for this new year
paid, again,
for my website's domain name
am still looking for the program disc
to be able to work on the site again
this computer crashed last year
younger son, jason, fixed this one
only
all the site files and the program
disappeared as well...
with day to day happenings
the website became
one of those
"i'll take care of it tomorrow" projects
only i never
decided when tomorrow was to be

with this new year.....
tomorrow will happen
and happen sooner than before

meanwhile,
in moments between
my head
and my thoughts
will go to the garden bench
desiring to move the leaves
aside
to sit
to think
to be
and
just
be

thoughts

2011-01-03T08:04:00.004-05:00

one can't do much in a winter's garden...
only pick up the odds and ends
neaten up the place so to say
wander around
examine the bare bones
and, while doing that
wander back into memories
rocking chair sits at back garden's edge
one from north carolina
a "porch rocker" held my older son and me
when he was small babe in arms

years gone by
more years than i wish to count
chair shows its age
as i must show mine....

early janus

2011-01-03T08:01:00.004-05:00

one can't do too much in a winter's garden...
only pick up the odds and ends
neaten up the place so to say

wander around
examine the bare bones
and, while doing that
wander back into memories

this rocking chair's from north carolina
a porch rocker
was one used when my older son was
a baby...,, memories

2010-11-19T09:36:00.002-05:00

this morning
sunny day in november
chilly day
leaves speckled all
over back garden's grass
aware of the moment

came across a post on facebook with link to a quote from jung on happiness:

C.G. Jung Speaking: Interviews and Encounters. In 1960, Jung was interviewed by journalist Gordon Young, who asked, "What do you consider to be more or less basic factors making for happiness in the human mind?" Jung answered:

"1. Good physical and mental health.
2. Good personal and intimate relationships, such as those of marriage, the family, and friendships.
3. The faculty for perceiving beauty in art and nature.
4. Reasonable standards of living and satisfactory work.
5. A philosophic or religious point of view capable of coping successfully with the vicissitudes of life."

Jung also added, “All factors which are generally assumed to make for happiness can, under certain circumstances, produce the contrary. No matter how ideal your situation may be, it does not necessarily guarantee happiness.”

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adrianna's face says it all!

memories

2010-07-04T12:01:00.000-04:00

                      cicadas chitter
gentle breeze stirs the garden
                  hot in sun
               cool in house

          on the south side
two huge sweet maples
        inhale sunlight and
           shade this home

memories of other july fourths
                   wander my head
especially of the one six years ago
                  of the day when mom
                sisters dolores and deb
and i were at the long pine reservoir
       deb had her sail boat and kayak
       i had my kayak

a rare event for all of us to be together
                 "doing the same thing"
dolores was, well, dolores, funny,
outrageous, especially when compared to her older and younger sisters

                           images, vignettes of the day
                                      mom in deb's kayak
at 80, her zsa zsa hairdo had every hair in place.
me in mine
deb and dolores working to get the 14' sailboat
                       off the trailer and into the water
dolores trying to understand deb's barked orders
                        of do this, do that....

we all laughed that day.
   together spent time
   shared moments, minutes and hours.

mom's been gone about 15 months now
                                    and dolores
well she left this world four years ago,
two days after her 56th birthday on july 12th
a shock, a suprise
she had worn her heart out.

quiet morning
memories linger
shadows of the past



..

thoughts

2010-04-20T22:38:00.001-04:00

i sit
here and there
i sit and knit
stitch and stitch
loop and loop
yarn twist and turns

and the fabric grows
line by line
slowly
for a person
for a baby
for one who is also in the state of forming
cell by cell
as
i do stitch by stitch

and as i sit and knit
third sweater now
line by line
for a child who will live
three hours away from me
a certain energy, a certain memory i knit into each loop
into each stich
into each line
fo a child i will not know as intimately know as her father
so,
a certain sadness
with each stich
with each line
with each sweater that i knit

and a hope
that there will be a memory of me
for her

laptops...viruses...worms...and....

2010-04-20T22:26:00.001-04:00

day'sdone
second workday of this week
a tuesday
and in ways, more like a monday
tomorrow, the michigan trip begins
another adventure....

meanwhile, here
laptop is infected
not enough protection
went to see the computer doc
not a good prognosis
will be a wipeout and reload
need to buy a new works and new publisher for the website

frustration when i tried to go on-line with this laptop
dryer needs to be replaced
timer doesn't work
decision to be made
repair or replace
repaired once
time to replace
sigh

so, another adventure
and will see what the universe will provide
and
i get to show jason and kelly the sweet baby things
i have found and bought

the garden stands...

2010-04-14T08:37:00.000-04:00

the garden stands this morning
gently, slightly shrouded
in mist

colors somewhat muted
colors somewhat subdued

daffies have had their peakand the tulips

have begun to wane

garden stands this morning
                                watching
                               waiting
                                being

cherry blossom snow

2010-04-13T08:19:00.000-04:00

morning's grey
   waits for rain
garden's green
   waits for rain
as
cherry blossoms fall

pink cherry blossom snow

and news from son and his wife
just back from songram of munchkin-to-be

a girl child
healthy and strong
guess there will be more
     pink in my life

april's morning dance

2010-04-06T07:49:00.000-04:00

two cardinals race around and through
   the garden
a game of tag?
               of chase?
                of "this is my space and leave?
two red blurs zip here
                       zip there

thunder this morning
line of storms moves through
scattering rain here and there

a check on the seeds, planted a week or so ago
lettuce sprouted, quite dense and wild
peas have, within a day or so, popped up
radishes and onions can also be seen

daffies and tulips watch over the young uns
off to dance this day

sweet day of memories

2010-04-04T23:10:00.001-04:00

day's done
long day
more time spent cleaning and picking up the home
than cooking the food!

a bit more clutter than i was happy with
between working and traveling to shows, well, "stuff" accumulates
and sits until it moves
or, more likely, i move it

the weather- oh my!
i went around opening windows, pushing up the storm windows
dropping the screens
switched out the glass panels from the front and back doors

i guess what's odd is coming from a family of "women" is to have such a perponderence of males....
sister deb, her daughter tasha and granddaughter cameron and myself are "the women"
i look at the pic, feel like a queen/matriarch surrounded by her subjects
odd place to be...

the sweaters!

2010-04-02T21:22:00.000-04:00

at the richmond show, i wandered into a Miachaels store, purchased the cotton yarns for sweaters....two shows, several tuesday night stich n bitches at panera and now, they are done!

simple sweaters

zen meditation time

and then, today, while at joann fabrics, this flannel said: make me into something!
bright colors, wonderful fun shapes.....playtime!

week's end

2010-04-02T08:51:00.000-04:00

the reason why dylan went home with ice cream in his ears and between his fingers. such intense concentration on the experience of ice cream.......

do we remember the simple pleasures?

and when have we been content to leave the ice cream on our face?

middle of this 13th week

2010-04-01T08:45:00.001-04:00

april 1st
fool's day?
or maybe a day to spend in the garden......

lettuce
planted 10 or so days ago has popped out of the seed,
now shows tiny first leaves
such a sense of excitement at the apperance

13th week of this year
we seem to think in terms of months and
days, and only of weeks as composed of days
to consciously think of 13th week out of 52 weeks
a reformatting of the brain
a reassesment of goals and desires

my younger son, jason, and his kelly are expecting
due september 1
their lives, this year, have been reformatted to thinking in terms of weeks

as for me, well,
this event has had subtle implications.
i wander through baby departments,
restraining myself,
because not until april 13th, we will know the gender of this munchkin...
still, it has been "safe" to purchase yellow and blue small outfits
that were simply too sweet to not take home.

and, i am knitting again.
have knit, off and on over the years...
interesting process
slow process
even makes handweaving look speedy.
as i have sat knitting, hands moving from loops from one needle to the other
i find my "monkey mind" still and in a state of almost zen
aware of the movement
yet not thinking of anything else

this process of manipulating yarn has, for some unknown reason,
become
very easily understandable and logical
i have already completed one sweater for this new munchkin
took what was to be a knitted swatch into a simple designed sweater.
am three quarters through a second one

as i work the yarn, i wonder how long these gaments will be worn by this human who
is not quite in this world yet.....
i think of spring 41 years ago, when i was pregnant with my first son
a may baby
of the hopes, fears and wonder of new life stirring within

how many weeks since then
how many months
and now,
i will be a grandmother
interesting thought
interesting "defintition" of myself

thoughts

2010-03-31T09:01:00.000-04:00

grass grows ragged high
spiked wild onions
scattered add
to the chaos
daffies dance
while tulips wait
not quite ready to
move onstage
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
last day of march
air a still a bit crisp
morning slides into day.....

don't try to shortchange a 14 month old....

2010-03-30T09:47:00.000-04:00

my sister deb was off today, asked if i wanted to go shopping with her and her grandchildren,
cameron,5, and dylan, 14 months.
cameron needed easter shoes to go with her new easter dress.
i replied that later in the day would work
so, around 3, we headed to the mall, after a stop at the bank for me to make a deposit

both munchkins strapped in their respective carseats....
stroller in the way back of the subaru..
shoes and ice cream on the agenda

at the bank, cam asked if they had lollipops
i remarked they had doggie biscuits
cam looked at me and laughed
we left with lollipops and happy children

arrival at mall, stroller out, set up
dylan strapped in, lollipops swirling in both of their mouths
cam needed a restroom stop,
leaving me with dylan in the stroller

i look at dylan, who has lollipop stick in his hand...
with no visible pop on it
hmmmm....
i remove sticky stick, find clerk and ask where is trash can....
deposit stick in can

deb and cam return....and i take one more look at dylan
realized i should check about the end of the lollipop
find the last bit of the pop still attached to the tiny end of the stick!
he was not happy as i fished that out of his mouth....

back to the restroom to wash his hands, face and fingers
off to find shoes and ice cream!
now the last time we visited the ice cream parlor, cam's ice cream scoop fell off the cone.
her scoop was put in a dish and we gave dylan the empty cone....
he was delighted....munched it...was happy
fast forward to last week and another ice cream jaunt. this time, dylan had his own tiny cone, complete with ice cream...
when we brought the kids home, tasha later asked how he got ice cream in his ears, between his fingers and cone in his diaper!
so, today, we planned on giving him the empty cone...

cam got her cone....and we hand dylan the empty cone....
he had this "what the *****" look on his face....
no use in trying to shortchange a 14 month old!

afternoon thoughts and a link from today's washington post

2010-03-21T15:07:00.000-04:00

almost 3 in the afternoon
productive hours
swept and rearranged the back deck
my strawberries in their "window box" planters have weathered the winter
i placed them on a bench on the deck, all the better to keep them away from rabbits and that odd possum who seems to have a hiding place in the garden

planted lettuce and some of the peas
raked leaves off of the beds
image of bed hair being tamed by a comb played my head
such a sense of order after such a minor effort

of course, isn't a sense of order in the garden an illusion for humans
the fairies must be peeking through the bamboo, laughing at my sense of "control"

lunch was leftovers from the indian restaurant
reading material was this article from today's washington post's magazine
The Washing: In the Muslim custom of bathing the dead, she found a deep sense of reward -- and shaved off 40 sins.....

By Reshma Memon Yaqub
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/03/12/AR2010031202891.html

on this day of equinox, pensive thoughts.....
on this day of warmth and light, a wonder at the why of it all

sunday sunday

2010-03-21T11:46:00.001-04:00

sunday again
late morning

yesterday, a treat, a challenge and a steep learning curve.
the pa.guild offered a workshop on blogging, taught by scoutie girl , tara gentile. wonderful workshop!
first was the mental reassement that websites are not the be all of marketing in the 21st century.
tara pointed out how websites are static interfaces, and how blogs are interactive-simple "duh" concept.

so......
pat beard, dear friend and fellow weaver, and i sat with others, listening, processing and learning.

life seems to move so much more quickly now.
one seems to blink and it's another day, another week, another month, another season!

today's the spring equinox!
what happened to winter?
i have planted red and white onion sets,
have snow peas along with several varieties of lettuce to bed, hopefully, today.

wild onions are looking ragged high
and two daffies bloomed, early to this garden's dance

almost noon
i have been such a slug, still sitting, wrapped in red robe
brain cells running over yesterday's deluge of new information.

off to dance this day

friday again

2010-03-19T08:53:00.000-04:00

dreams

are there

just at edge

of

aware......

choice.....

do i sit, wait

or fall over

into a

dali?

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friday.

next friday i will be in chantilly, prepping my booth for another day of show and sales

now i sit, looking out in to my garden, have already planted a half pound of red and a half pound of white onion sets.

bought some letttuce and peas toput in next.

some swiss chard and kale weathered the winter, much to my surprise.
the day waits

begin...being and a few more letters....

2010-03-16T22:58:00.000-04:00

my sister and i spent a week on ocracoke this september....it was an adventure...time spent together, away from here, first time ever.

we took our kayaks, and art supplies. the house, sitting on the sound, had screened porch, two chairs, and a picnic table.

we sat in the chairs, looked at the water
looked at the pelicans sitting on the dock.
paddled the sound, walked the beach, found shells and found out more about each other.

i spread newspapers on the table, unpacked our art supplies- art camp!

deb hadn't painted for quite awhile. mom's care swallowed her up and when mom died, well, she was a bit like a fish out of water.

somerset magazine had an interesting article where the artist took 5 small 4" canvases, and painted one letter on each one, the letters b, e, g, i and n.
i had 5 canvases....and realized the word "begin" can also spell "being".

drawing the letters, forming the shapes opened up some ideas...
later, i was at a show, and while waiting in my booth, began to play with letter forms....
thought it would be fun to redo, redesign my logo...
and then, i thought about designing an alphabet.
this page was the first....
and my sister and i were both "being" and beginning.....

day after the ides of march

2010-03-16T08:37:00.000-04:00

halfway through march
this garden grows green
among the sticks and rubble of
last year's growth,
new shoots, new leaflets, new sprouts
poke and prod upward

damp earth smell
air just a bit chill
edge of hope
edge of life

and i sit
watching through the window
wondering at
wondering at
the mystery of it all

one more morning at home

2010-03-11T07:35:00.000-05:00

sitting, looking at the garden
ragged and torn after a hard winter
bamboo has begun to stand up again
grass has slight sheen of green

oddness, in the veggie garden area, the brussel sprouts look like they have survived the winter....still tiny ones, but there

snowdrops are
daffies and tulips begin to make their presence known

i feel as ragged and worn as
the garden looks.
a weekend away
second "real" show of this year
van's packed
bags need to be prepped
cupoftea cools

yellow brick road waits
yellow brick road waits

midweek again

2010-03-10T08:26:00.000-05:00

morning
overcast and missing the sushine of the last several days
am grateful for warmer temps and no snow

had care conference at manor care for dad yesterday.
he has been there since march of 02.
so hard to understand.
there has been little change in his "condition".
he is, simply, is.

when i saw him, he was "awake". i told him i was there and then told him that jason and kelly were expecting a baby.i have no clue if this registered or not.

monday was

2010-03-08T20:38:00.000-05:00

just posted on the jesamie blog, a documentation of the day....
here-a "self-check" in...
three mondays ago was on the edge of the bronchial infection, feeling so tired. was thinking today about the "process" of getting sick, being sick and getting better.
rest was a verb. went and saw doc to get meds. knew, with the show this week, i needed some "help".
last week, felt i ran at half speed.
today, earlier at the studio, cut jackets, prepped pieces for shipping
tomorrow...
well tomorrow is....

sunday is

2010-03-07T08:58:00.002-05:00

sitting in my dining room, facing east, feeling the sun's warmth
have a pot of parsley and thyme and one of basil on the desk, behind the laptop
observing their leaves bent towards the window
hava always wondered about the leaves...
and how they manage with different levelsof light reaching them...

forecast is for warmer today
head's filled with must do's, especially with the trip on thrursday
less gunk in the head
a relief to get up and not have a coughing spell.
i'm doing, after the anitbiotics, an echinacea/goldeseal supplement
did not want to go with more antibiotics

i love the quiet in the house
listening to its "normal" sounds
almost like a heartbeat...

off to shower, fluff and dance the day

friday's all

2010-03-05T22:35:00.003-05:00

long day done, again
week done.
morning spent cutting a plus size jacket, triple checking measurements, before cutting. improvising when the fabric was a bit of a challenge.
it worked!
the orders i wanted and neeed to get done this week are mostly done.
will work some over the weekend in the studio

afternoon spent in rep. shuster's office with staffer nancy...needed to sort through the why dad's one check has stopped coming. felt like i had fallen down alice's rabbit hole into bureaucractic chaos....
nancy hit her rolodex, spun it and tried a number of numbers...took awhile....but i think it's worked out. will know more on monday, when one from the VA will call me back.
dinner at the indian restaurant with terry, pennie and shannon
good food, good wine and good talk
nice way to end the day
to end the week

day ends with silver nails!

2010-03-04T20:42:00.002-05:00

day ends after hot bath, preceded by a visit to my niece tasha's home.
sister deb was babysitting cameron, 5, and dylan,1.
deb said she was on the edge of "sick", spoke of symptoms similar to what i began with about 10 days ago. i brought over some mucinex, to loosen the gunk.

dylan was a wiggle worm as i walked in, sitting in his swing, swigging a bottle of apple juice.
he beamed as i came around the corner. we then played the sock game.
he pulls his sock off, hands it to me. i put it on his hand.
he giggles, takes it off, hands it back tome.
such a simple pleasure. such joy...

cameron wanders into the kitchen, opens a cabinet door, takes out a box of what turns out to be a box of nail polishes and remover. she goes to the dining room, proceeds, in a very adult manner, to take off her current coating of polish from her nails. suddenly, she asks me if she can paint my nails!?

sure, i replied. i hav always felt odd when my nails were anything but a natural color. i have my mother's hand-working hands. i sat and said: you can paint my thumbs this copper color one. she did and then asked if she could use silver on my other fingers.
how often does one receive a manicure from a meticulous five year old?

i left in awhile and now look at my fingertips, flashing odd colors as i type.

moments days years

2010-03-04T08:23:00.002-05:00

time flows, happens, whether we pay attention or not
yesterday was the anniversary of my gaberielle's passing.
she had a good span of 14 years
and i so miss her sweet face and manner.

a year gone by
a year now, since mom passed, three or so weeks before gabe
a year of grieving, healing,processing and moving on
a year of growth and transitions

when i am at a show, on sunday, around noon, and we all begin to think of the day's end, knock down and load out, others mention how many hours are left. i convert the time to minutes- sounds like more time, but it goes faster.

a year
three hundred and sixty five days
not going to calculate the hours
will try to remember the moments

off to dance this day

2010-03-04T08:21:00.000-05:00

march evening-full moon's later

2010-03-02T19:37:00.002-05:00

long day almost done
laser printer driver's are finally reloaded on the studio's tower!
took 2 + hours to download the drivers from Brother's website with the dial up connection.
then, called Brother support....about 45 minutes of waiting for a human to talk to....sigh

the fellow was helpful. i learned a bit more about the device and found that the production file causes, for some unknown reason, a glitch in the process. have to do a manual paper feed on that file!?!?

at least it's up and working. won't have to haul the ink jet printer from home to studio.

home to understand more about this bloggin process. in many ways it can be more intricate and involved than i first thought. statements about self, philosophical statements....interesting thought processes.

images uploaded...more images to think about.

learning curve with images

2010-03-02T09:26:00.000-05:00

march morning and sharp learning curve

2010-03-02T09:23:00.002-05:00

new to this experience.
trying to understand the ins and outs of the layout/graphics/uploads/etc of blogging
day waits...studio time ahead.
orders to cut, ship
bills to pay and
divine inspiration is needed