It's Wednesday, Therefore Pottery

This morning Mr. Moon drove into town with me when I went in for pottery. The car he'd had repaired while we were gone was in Vergil and Jessie's yard because they had picked it up for us. So he sat for awhile and visited and Sophie loved on him. She is wearing that stylish hot pink garment because she's on her lady time. Jessie has not yet decided whether or not she wants Sophie to have pups. 
Well, that's a lie. 
I know she wants Sophie to have puppies because...BABIES!
But she has to find a stud and the timing needs to be right when it comes to things like being in North Carolina and so forth. 

So Jessie and I went to pottery and there were only a few of us there. Lizzie is in NYC with the gentleman caller (I have the cutest picture of them but do not have the permission of GC to post his image on my blog) but they were on the ferry headed to Ellis Island. 

My damn hibiscus still had not been fired. I think I know why, too. When I picked it up, one of the little ball feet fell off. I had not attached it properly but Gail, our teacher, showed me how to make something called "super slip" with which to affix it back on. 
Hopefully. 
Slip is a mixture of clay and water which is used something like glue. Super slip is regular slip with white vinegar and bits of toilet paper mixed in. There's some sort of chemical reaction with the fibers in the paper and the vinegar, I guess, and by the end of class, the little knob felt pretty secure. Now if it only survives firing. 

Another piece that I've been waiting to be fired for weeks was either in the kiln or is lost. I have no idea. So today I worked on the leaf platter I made weeks and weeks ago as a sort of throw-away project when we only had a little time left in class. I've been meaning to work on the glaze painting here at home but only did a small bit. And that's what I worked on today. 
I am not thrilled with it. I wanted to use colors like the ones I saw on leaves from Glenn's jungle garden in Roseland.

And there were others, some white and green only, some with shades of pale yellow. And the venous-looking designs are so beautiful but I am not that sort of artist. What I do is put some colors on a pallet and pick up a brush and see what happens. 
And this is what happened today.

That one leaf is still untouched except for two coats of white. There will be more work on it. Today was the last class of the spring session and we won't be going back for a few weeks so good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, I'll have it ready to go into the kiln by the time that happens. 

As I said, there weren't many of us there today but we had some good conversations. A woman that isn't usually in our class was there and she's led a most interesting life, moving every few years from the time she was a child and her parents were both itchy-footed and had a sense of adventure. Her dad was a lawyer, her mom a dietician so they could get work almost anywhere. And now she's married to a pastor and they and their four children move quite frequently too and they like that. So our conversation ranged from what that's like to what it's like being a pastor's wife. Turns out she's not THAT religious and is more into a sort of Zen philosophy but she does love their church community. 
I totally respect that. 

Here's a picture of one of my pottery lady friends and our teacher. Teacher on the right. 

Such sweet people I've met through pottery. 

After class, lunch was had and then I went to the library to drop off books, although I had not read two of them. I'm reading that biography of the Rolling Stones and although it's a bit of a slog in that it's far more about the hows and wheres than I really care about and actually, already know most of, and less about, well...the soul of the band. But hell, the author, Bob Spitz, is a journalist and a historian and what did I expect? Perhaps we shall get to the juicier stuff later on but after having read Keith Richards' memoir which is filled with ALL the stuff, including the stories of him misbehaving which he tells without apology or excuses and is one of my truly favorite books and I say that with my whole heart and my whole book-loving soul, it's hard to compare one with the other. And of course, they are completely different sorts of books.

How the hell did I go down that path?

I'm so tired. I am always tired on Wednesdays when I don't get as much sleep the night before and after I did my Publix shopping and library book returning, I came home, unloaded the groceries, put everything away, made bread, watered the porch plants, and took some trash to the trash place. There was probably more but hell if I can remember it. But that's life. There's always more, isn't there? More to remember, more to do. More books to read, more things to create, more weeds to pull, more beans to can, more suppers to make, more conversations to have (and oh yes- I got to talk to Owen for at least a half hour when I dropped off green beans at Lily's house), more skies to look up at, more flowers to admire, more birds to observe, more sweetnesses to acknowledge, more pissy thoughts to also acknowledge, more things to learn, more floors to sweep, more dishes to wash, more kisses to give and more kisses to get. And hugs. Always more hugs. The more of those the better. 

Time to put the bread in the oven. 

I'm sleeping late tomorrow. And hopefully doing some weeding. Bean picking will be involved. 

Love...Ms. Moon