I always wonder about the woman whose house is always quiet and there's no real activity whenever I walk by it. There have been times that we sit and talk and I've asked her if she likes to read. She says she does not. I ask her if she likes to do any artwork or crafts or stuff like that. She says no, not really. Then I ask her if her husband had a hobby or liked to tinker. She says no. Does she play a musical instrument or listen to music? No. The house isn't particularly clean or decorated, really, and after I leave I'm depressed. I wonder what life would be like without an interest in something or other.
She has gardeners, she has a housekeeper, a pool man, a dog walker (that one kills me because she has just one dog), someone who paints and repaints her house because, I swear, that house is quickly becoming the Winchester Mystery House (she's always re-carpeting or re-tiling the floor for no apparent reason), a regular manicurist, and someone to clip her roses. She even has her car detailed regularly . . . very regularly. It's an old car, but nevertheless, it is maintained to within an inch of its life.
See, I don't understand that. I am not going to say that she's strange, because, to tell you the truth, I think there are more people out there who are like her than are like me. Me? A day doesn't go by without me making something or tinkering with something beyond what is necessary or a necessity, like food and cover.
I would go without food for yarn or fabric or something to stitch. If I didn't have my sewing machine, I'd slip away. I'd slip away if there wasn't that new dream to build, even if it is usually just a pipe dream, a total mirage. A total mirage that does not sway or break until whatever it is that I'm building is complete. (The fall after a big craft-mirage-slash-pipe-dream can be dreadful, but if anything, as you all well know,it is addicting.)
I don't know. I just feel bad for her, I guess. She doesn't know what she is missing. But on the other hand, I suppose she could argue that I'm spending money and time on things that don't really amount to much. I mean, we haven't replaced our carpet in 13 years.
BTW: We went to a neighbor's house for a swim yesterday and there are lots of bbq's and get-togethers going on in the neighborhood today. I looked out my studio window and spotted a Volkswagen van circa early 1990's pull up in front of someone's house across the street and about 12 people dressed in scary Renaissance garb tumbled out. Even though the folks who re-enact all manner of things like that and say, the Civil War maneuvers, make me quiver, I have to admit that in spite of my prejudice against that business: If my friend at least enjoyed that kind of crap, I'd be much happier for her. At least she wouldn't be totally missing out on The Dream.
Also, that's Girlfriend's new quilt. I wanted to hang it on her wall but she insists on sleeping on top of it.