D2 – Multiple chilling overnight – Harold Williams "BagBowl" Cooney

Tuesday, September 1st, 2026. Studio Uncle Fish, Irmo, South Carolina.

Woke naturally in my van, parked behind the glass shop as I have been for the last few months. About 715am. Calm and cool – perhaps 72° – and just asking for coffee and Fugees!

Foldgers and YouTube Music sees me into another day. Should be an excellent bit of life. Day 2!

Agreements

In a progressive future, there will be a link to the agreements document here.

In one description, day two is my second day of trying to acknowledge very specific agreements that I’ve made with the future of my life. Seems rather complex.

In another description, today is my second day without cigarettes. So, that’s good.

I put the wrong foot forward. I started looking at and trying to change and be changed by the Agreements before going for a walk. The kind of decision that shows the priorities are out of order.

I do get a walk (probably about 4.5 miles, same as yesterday), and I do work on the Agreements. Clean, in the studio, drinking my second pot of coffee, and writing this at about 11:30 am.

It’s easy to say my life is physical health first. Holding practices in my life that make that health-first a reality, much more difficult. For now, very simple asks like: no cigarettes, drink water, and go for morning walks before thinking about my life.

Studio Assessment

In a progressive future, there will be a link to a tour of the glass shop.

Derrick is back in the studio. Reball went to the vet, ongoing treatment for heartworm.

It’s the first of the month, I pay studio rent.

This morning’s kiln split. There’s not a lot of stuff, and much of it is going to the board. Need more stuff my lots to make quota. The previous six days, this business has no sales. These inventory additions will presumably not be immediate help.

Marble 1 comes to 21 and Marble 2 to 20. There hasn’t been any discussion that would tell you what you’re looking at in this picture. Let’s start with the idea that these two plastic bags are groups of marbles. M1 and M2. As of the kiln split this morning, M1 has 21 marbles, and M2 has 20 marbles. An idea called the “presentation barrier” says a collection of marbles like these is not ready for market until there are 100 of them. The goal here is two groups of 100 or more marbles. M1 and M2.

Quota math from this morning is pretty lame. Was +25 after Monday morning split. Got +275 in today’s split (quota is 500, that menas Tuesday’s split leaves me -225). -200 on the week. -1095, all dates.

On the one hand, this is understandable. On the other, obviously unacceptable.

eBay Charity Auctions

Learn about eBay Charity Auctions. Link to live eBay auctions.

I really made things difficult for myself yesterday by spending way too much time with eBay.

I figured out how to get the above italacized link text to be a thing. I work on the document that it links to, placing eBay customer feedback and photos on the page. I pack and ship one sale.

12:30 pm Tuesday. Auctions are blessed with some passion today! It appears as though the next three auctions will close at retail. This is amazing. It is a great way to close out my time with Houston Food Bank. You can see the first Facing Hunger Foodbank listing at the bottom. It started yesterday.

I have quite a lot I’d like to do here, but I need to let it go. Bids for the next three days are at retail, and honestly, that allows me to focus on myself for a couple of days, which is a good thing.

Etsy

The Zanfirico Harold Etsy page. You buy, I backpack.

My Etsy is dead. My last sale was on Tuesday last week. And nothing I’ll do today will help this situation at all. Lame but true.

I do have customer service issues. I’ve got a major ticket customer that I can’t confirm is happy. And a customer who received an item that they really loved and immediately broke it on the kitchen floor. I do the best I can in messages.

I give myself a speech about how everything is okay and I can move on with my life at about 1:30 pm.

Lampworking

In a progressive future, there will be a link to photograph history or plans or some shit.

There are multiple of my own poops in this garbage can. Seems like information that should be included in your blog reading experience, buddy. My bathroom is Sterilite. Many years. Each day, I pretend that I’m a successful who is buying diesel fuel, but in fact, I’m only at the gas station to throw away my own poop.

3:15 pm back at studio. I had a difficult moment of anxiety about buying cigarettes at the gas station (today is day two, no smokes). I just tried to breathe and drive right on by. And I did. Drive right on by. And so did not toss the double size bag of my own human waste in the trash. I’m just driving around with it. Living with it. Until tomorrow afternoon.

10:20 pm, I’m not sure if I have quota in the kiln, but it’s close at least. Gasses are off, I’m done. It’s been a good day. No cigarettes. Lol, simple changes are so difficult. There is so much anxiety from nicotine addiction. It’s really quite stunning. A mini psychological horror thriller just for me.

Conclusion

You know, buddy, for only having two goals…

Sell beads.
Go backpacking..

… this is a complex situation.

Physical health first. Easy to say. Difficult to achieve.

One day at a time. Just like everyone else.

Harold Williams "BagBowl" Cooney