I’m beating my first batch of fiber on Saint Patrick’s day, which seems entirely fitting. I’m starting with overbeaten abaca, because I’m so familiar with it (and because I need it!) Everything looks, feels and (as far as I can tell) sounds exactly right. In about four more hours I will pour a sheet and will know what rate of shrinkage I have tomorrow morning. Wonderful!!!
The wearing of the green patina, as my personal St. Patrick’s parade swirls by.
Saturday, while working hard on the web site, I missed reading a volunteer beater help e-mail! Alas, the window was only for that day, but I thank Mr. R anyways. So, Sunday was more work on the web site, which is working now except, apparently, via Internet Explorer (sigh), and I actually cooked our feast as well: corned beef & cabbage & leeks & potatoes, because Paul and I have radically different schedules today. Monday, a long day of meetings downtown amid green rivers and fountains, and then home. Kurt came by again to help, we got the tub up on the base, and I spent the rest of the evening adjusting and bolting it all together and hooking up the belt and turnbuckle and finding the leveling. Yesterday, the beater and I had two great long visits from old friends, more exciting plans were made, and then I scrubbed out the tub and ran a load of water through, getting rid of all the carborundum grit and dried ten-year old pulp, adjusting and re-adjusting the belt tension while that happened. Finally, I put a full load of abaca to soak overnight. And here I am. I cannot describe how good this feels..it’s yet another long-held dream come true. But maybe my face shows it!
How I hear what a beater is doing. (And in this instance, how I discover I really need to get a haircut).
Pádraig meets Picasso.