Goldsmithing stuff

[hmpf]

I had a dream two nights ago (two days ago). I was on my way to work, with a taxi driver. At some point we stopped in an area where there were lots and lots of artist's studios. I went into one, randomly, struck up a conversation with the guy inside; I didn't want to leave. But the taxi driver kept tugging my arm, telling me I had to go to work.

So, eventually, I left. And went to work. Which was my current job at the library, with some bizarre dream features but mostly recognisable. I felt a great sense of loss.

That's an amazingly clear dream, going by my subconscious's standards.

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He picked the chain up; one end chuckled and flickered down the stone. He turned with it to catch the orange glimmer.
Prisms.
Some of them, anyway.
Others were round.
He ran the chain across his hand. Some of the round ones were transparent. Where they crossed the spaces between his fingers, the light distorted. He lifted the chain to gaze through one of the lenses. But it was opaque. Tilting it, he saw pass, dim and inches distant in the circle, his own eye, quivering in the quivering glass."
- Samuel R. Delany: Dhalgren

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I'm meeting my old teacher tomorrow. This may be the worst possible time in my life I could pick to get started again. Still...

Well, asking a few simple technical questions isn't exactly getting started again. But I worked some today, and became aware I'm beginning to forget essential steps of the most basic processes. If I wait much longer, I may have to start again at zero... if I ever start again, that is.

My hands are horribly weak. I should do something about that. Half an hour of filing something, per day?

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My clutter problem? Seems to be common among metalworkers. Maybe I'd get more work done if I adopted this kind of setup? *g*