This Is a True Story

One day, I had a repairman in my kitchen to work on my dishwasher. I noticed he kept looking up at the sink. He had a puzzled look on his face. I noticed that he would glance at the sink, then look at me.
After the repairman left, I was loading the dishes into my newly repaired dishwasher, I happened to look at what was next to my sink. I started to laugh. I had, approximately, a dozen empty wine bottles sitting there waiting to be soaked so that the labels could be removed. I can only imagine what the repairman was thinking as he looked at all of those empty wine bottles. On top of that, he had come into the kitchen through the garage where I store my extra wine bottles, and they were easily seen by anyone who walks through this entry into my house. When I realized what he had seen, and most likely though, I had to sit on the floor I was laughing so hard.
I only wish he had asked. I use the empty wine bottles that friends save for me. I use them to make glass beads. I put the bottles into a plastic bag. I drop them on the concrete floor of my basement. I take the chunks and use them to make glass beads. They are wonderful! I love making beads this way! Not only am I following the credo of: reduce, reuse, recycle, I am making some beautiful beads.

Sleeping on the Beach

Have you ever slept on the beach? Truthfully, I haven't. I'd love to do that, but I still haven't. I think I'll add that to the top 100 things I want to do before I die. Okay, I did. Now that's number 3 on my list. #3 = Sleep on the beach. Actually, that's the third thing on my list of the top 100. There are 97 more things to add to my list. I'm not sure what I will put on that list. I honestly have to sit down and think about it. I might do that tomorrow night as election results are pouring in. Would I want to run for President? I don't think so. I would like to paint another picture, though. Okay, that will be #4. Paint another picture. Should I paint this picture of a shell in someone's hand with the light reflecting from the hot beach sand? I'll have to see what the canvas wants me to paint. Canvas is a lot like glass. You have to allow it to entice the paints into the shapes they want to be. When I made this shell, I wasn't planning on making a shell. I wanted to make a heart from that wine bottle I had. Instead, in the end, I didn't have a heart, but I had a beautiful shell. I refuse to say that I had anything to do with what the glass wanted. I tried it my way in the flame, and it didn't work. So, I let the glass do what it wanted to do. I love this shell!