My trip West was a big success, and I now have a prominent display in Asheville's "New Morning Gallery." They just held their 51st Annual Village Art & Craft Fair. The work's stellar quality makes it a fair extraordinaire, and I look forward to doing it next year. This year, I'm having my knees replaced.
I know everyone says they wished they'd done it sooner, but there is a sadness to losing something you've had for over sixty years. Me and my knees have done a lot together. When I was small, I confused the word legs with eggs. It cracked my father up. Together, my legs and I learned to waitress, climbed the rigging to set sail on tall ships, started a pottery business, slung 50 lb bags of clay off the back of freight trucks, played "I'm gonna get you with" my dogs, loaded and unloaded so much pottery from the back of so many vehicles over the years I can't count as well as having danced into the night. I have sadness about this, but it's not about scars. I know it comes to all of us, but this recognition of youth lost is complex; it's part of my sadness.