Seriously?

 

Well, okay. Dammit. 

Got to pottery. Unwrapped my hibiscus, set it down on the work table and somehow in that very short transfer, I lost the anther and stamen. I didn't really lose them. They were right there. They just weren't attached to the rest of the flower. 
I don't think I cursed. I did, however say something like, "What more evidence do I need that the universe doesn't think I should be doing pottery?" 
But that's ridiculous. The universe isn't telling me shit. I am just not being careful enough. 
So. I rounded off the end of the stamen the best I could and instead of having darling little balls attached to represent the anthers, I had to just paint them on as you see above. 
This is what it had looked like yesterday. 

Doesn't matter, doesn't matter, DOES NOT MATTER.
As I said to Tammy, one of the women in our class, it's not like I was a woman in the dust bowl trying to walk to California with her four children, one of whom was an infant. 

So I finished up the glaze-painting and that took me the entire two and a half hours of class but I didn't mind that. At the end of class, I had done all I was going to do and now it's on the to-be-fired shelf. I really hope that I don't just hate and detest the colors. 
And if I do? 
Doesn't matter.

And now- back to fishes! 

There was a lot of chat in today's class. Quiet chat. We learned that Felisha is going to visit France for a week with her aunt and we are all so excited for her. Lizzie is heading to an island off the east coast with her entire family and she's looking forward to that. She travels a LOT. Shelly, who is not taking pottery this session came in for a visit and hugs and it was great to see her. The Gentleman Caller did not make an appearance today as he had some work-related situation going on that demanded all of his time and attention. He was missed.

I complained (of course) about how my jigsaw puzzles take up the entire dining room table and how I have company coming in July and oh dear, what shall I do? The pottery ladies did not fail me. They told me that there is a thing called a jigsaw puzzle board which can be moved and has drawers and is on a lazy-susan sort of thing so you can work on it from all different angles and how have I not known this? So when I came home I went online and found one to buy and I've ordered it but selecting one was incredibly anxiety-producing because there are about forty-nine thousand of them to choose from. But I finally did in sort of a oh, hell, whatever move, and it tilts, too, and I'm very much looking forward to getting that. 
So once again, I enjoyed the class. Just being there and sitting and doing something with color and a paintbrush and talking to sweet and smart and funny women is such a lovely, lovely thing to do.

More rain here today. We're supposed to get more all weekend. Tomorrow I really hope I can find enough time between the rains to prop up my pepper plants and perhaps pull a few weeds. And pick beans. 

Glen just got home from the cabin although he spent most of today aiding and helping three different people in three different situations. He ran in this afternoon around 3:30 between two of those situations to change and get some things he needed and I was just this close to furious when I found out he had not eaten lunch. And I doubt he had much breakfast. I tried to make him a sandwich but he didn't have the time so off he went, me fuming at how he does not take care of himself. 
Oh well. He's a grown man and as such, he can make his own decisions about whether or not to make eating lunch a priority. He's getting soup tonight made with the rest of the chicken I roasted along with celery and carrots and onions and green beans and spinach and garlic and lemon juice and rice and lentils. He shall be sustained. As shall I be. I'm not feeling great and I'm starting to think the symptoms I'm having might be due to the barometric pressure and humidity and so forth. Maurice seems to be affected by the weather as well. She is sleeping far more than she usually does and once again, spent almost the entire day on my bed. I think I will use her as a good example for self-care and go to bed early tonight. 
Now if I can just talk Mr. Moon into doing the same...

Love...Ms. Moon