Pottery Class And So Much More

Here's a picture Lily sent of the little guy from this morning. She was puppy-sitting. She said he was so sleepy but fighting it. However, in less than a minute, this happened. 

Still no word on whether or not his adoption is official, nor does he have a name. Unless both of those things have happened and I don't know about it. 

Pottery was fun today. I really do like painting glaze on pieces but I really do NOT know what I'm doing and by the time I got around to glazing my fish spoon rest, it was almost the end of class and I got sloppy. I admit it. I didn't take any pictures. Since today was the last class of this session, I'll either have to wait a few weeks to see what happens in the kiln or go by the studio and check earlier than that. I'll probably wait. There's no big rush here. 

 

Today's class was quiet, mostly, as people were focused on finishing up their projects. As always, I really enjoyed talking to the woman who has the suitor and getting to know her better. Since last week she's flown way far away to see her son and then flown all the way back. The woman has adventures! You know how I admire that. I've also discovered that she is very good at drawing almost cave painting-like pictures on her bowls which circle them perfectly. She does this with an underglaze pen and who knew there were underglaze pens? Not me. The pictures are so consistent that they could almost be taken directly from Greek ancient pottery designs. I'm rather amazed. I had no idea she possessed this talent. Next session I will see if she'll let me photograph some of her bowls and post them here. 

Jessie and I ended up spending a lot of time doing stuff this afternoon because Sophie had gone to the vet and groomer this morning and we were waiting for her to finish getting beautified. 
It took a long, long time. But we did a little clothes shopping (I bought nothing) and then went to TJ Maxx where Jessie got a birthday present for Levon who will be turning eight very soon and I know he will love it. LOVE IT! I shall not describe it here. I think I will wait until I can take a picture of it in all its glory. 
We both bought Epson salts and Dr. Bronner's almond soap in cartons in order to save the planet. You know. So yes, we went crazy. 

By then I was rather exhausted. As I've said, I never sleep well on the night before pottery and of course being out in public can use up my batteries pretty fast but finally, it was time to pick up Sophie and oh my god, that poor dog was so happy to see her mama. I held her on my lap while Jessie drove us back to her house and Sophie would have stitched herself to her human if she could have. I gave her all the grandmother love I could but she really only wanted Mama. When we pulled up to their house, she was ecstatic, jumped out of the car and raced up to the door as if being inside her safe and cozy and familiar place was the only thing in the world she wanted. 
I do understand. 

So that was my exciting day and I only took one more picture and I would post it but I think a few of you might find it too intense. I'll just tell you what it was. 
When I got home, I discovered that Maurice had killed a squirrel and generously and lovingly left me the tasty hindquarters (defined as everything below the waist including the tail) along with what I think may have been the heart lying on its own beside it in the dining room. 

Appropriate, right? 

Poor squirrel. I had to take a picture to send to Mr. Moon, which I did, saying, "And here I was, just wondering what to eat for supper."
"Oh holy hell," he wrote back. 
So those of you who are sensitive about things like dead squirrel hindquarters can thank me for not posting it. I guess I've lived out in the boonies with a cat so long that although I am never happy about finding dead wild game in my house, it doesn't make me shriek. I do come forth with a good, "Shit, god dammit!" but that's appropriate, right? 
I had wondered why Maurice wasn't excited about her late afternoon Temptations treat. Obviously, she was already full. 
Again, she's just worried, I think, that when the man is not here I will fall victim to starvation and she is trying to prevent that because I am the one who feeds HER. Or something. She does bring me dead things when Mr. Moon is gone far more often than when he's here. 

Speaking of the man, the sheet rock guys couldn't make it today (why does anyone trust the time frame of people in construction?) and he's ready to come home so I'll be driving up there tomorrow to fetch him. This will be the very first time I've driven up the cabin myself and I honestly have no idea how to get there. Well, that's not entirely true. I have a vague idea. But I'm sure that google maps or MapQuest knows and hopefully I will not get lost in the bowels and backwoods of Decatur County, Georgia in my little white Prius, looking for a dock with a log cabin and a truck in the driveway that needs a new fuel pump. 

Talk about your adventures...

I best take supplies in case I lose my way. 

Love...Ms. Moon