And Now We Know- God Made Me Crazy! Dang It!

I woke up around four this morning and had the darndest time getting back to sleep. I always do this on Tuesday nights when I know I have to get up for pottery early. I am not sure why because it really isn't that hard to get up early and it's not really that early. But I do and I fret and I try my time-tested methods of getting back to sleep and finally I did and then of course Maurice jumped on the bed and decided to sharpen her claws on the pillow right beside my head. But eventually I drifted off again. I was so close to writing Jessie a text when I woke up to the alarm saying that I simply could not make it and besides that, I had so much to do here that she was going to have to go to class all on her own. 
Which may have been a relief to her as she does worry over me in class when I have my moments of despair. I know she does. 

But I got up, got dressed, did my things, and was out of the house in plenty of time to pick her up and make it to class on time although "on time" is a bit nebulous. People drift in whenever they're ready to begin. What I'm saying is that Jessie and I were far from the last people to get there. 

I had hoped that my flower bowl would have come out of the kiln so I could spend time glazing it today but it had not. I searched and searched the shelves to no avail, sighed, and went back to the slump mold bowl I started last week which is hardly inspiring. I made a sort of braided border to put on the top outside of the rim and it absolutely looks like a Gee Dee pie pastry. 
Sigh. 
I was not a happy girl. There was about a little less than an hour left in class and I was not motivated to do anything. Meanwhile, Jessie was sitting next to me, quietly etching the most beautiful designs into little bowls and then underglazing them and everyone who saw them was amazed. I am not jealous of her talent, or anyone else's, really. We are all good at some things and not necessarily others. Although to be fair, some people seem to have more than their share of gifts when it comes to creativity and talent. 
Not that I am bitter.

I thought about making a spoon rest for the cabin. How hard could that be? But again- the idea just didn't inspire me. However, when I checked the molds cabinet, there was a lovely plastic spoon rest and I thought, "Well, why not?" and I rolled out some clay and used the spoon rest as a pattern and that was fine but it needed...something. 

And so I made it into a fish which is quite appropriate for the house that came with a dock and although the fish is so very simple, it made me happy and cheered me up considerably. I'll clean it up next week and perhaps do some underglazing before it goes into the kiln. 
I need to realize that my gift is whimsy. And that's all there is to it. 
Simple whimsy. 

After class there was yet another lunch out, then a trip to Costco together and then I went to the library, then to Publix, came home, watered the porch plants which were parched, and turned the sprinklers on the food garden and the little garden beside the kitchen. We are so dry. The grass is crunchy. The azaleas and hydrangeas look as if they are taking their last breaths. My beloved firespike which I rooted so lovingly is drooping and sad. I watered it too. 

Now. For MY laugh of the day, and possibly yours- I give you this. 

Lily sent a group text with this picture.

The accompanying text read, "If you guys want a chuckle, I have on at least 3 occasions, walked past this book on the faith based publication rack, first thing in the morning walking to the time clock, and thought, "wow that's progressive for them to have a faith based mental health book for kids!" Then read the last word under the mirror and thought, "that makes a lot more sense." I finally remembered to take a pic of the book bc I thought y'all would find it amusing."

Every time I look at that picture and disregard the "beautiful!" I go into another fit of laughing. 

And as Wise Hank said, "Ha! I mean, if there's a god they definitely made all the crazy people." 

I love my family so much. 

Speaking of which, I just spoke to Mr. Moon a few minutes ago. He is happy and tired and is about to check out of work. 

I believe I will try to get to bed early tonight so I can get up and get some desperately needed yard work done. It's gotten hotter again and it doesn't look like we'll get any rain for a week at least, so I'll do what I can and then spend some time picking and shelling peas, blanching them, and freezing them. 

That is the plan. 

Love...Ms. Moon