Hashi, I may be late to the table since it seems your angst has passed but oh well. I have learned recently that real friendships are few and very far between. When I left my job all my friends, well most of them, left with it. I am ok with that. Real, genuine friendships are work. Not to sound too corny but they have to be tended, like a garden. I am less willing to do that these days. I have a few good friends and that's it. But I know I need more quality friendships. I only realized it recently. But I have also learned that until I learn to like myself more there is no room for more genuine friends. So I am working on being friends with myself. Not an easy task, let me tell you.
Had my father here for a week. Talk about a task. He is not an easy person to like. I have so many issues with him that I keep wrapped up and pushed down that I am like an atomic bomb. And he has boundary issues. Says very very inappropriate things to me. But I am such a wet noodle I don't say anything. Anyway I am exhausted from the visit. So today I spend the day sterilizing my house and eliminating traces of him.
On the 28th I am going to Snow Farm again. I love it there. Craft working during the day and time for writing and reading at night. I would spend the whole fall there if I could afford it. I am taking a metal clay workshop. Very interesting stuff, metal clay. You form it like clay, fire it and it comes out as pure bronze (or silver) I want to learn how to integrate it with the glass I work with.

Only problem is that you need a different kiln for this clay. Can't mix kilns.
The loudest truth I ever heard was the softest sound.