Mist is living a happy life. Two resident bipeds facilitate her state of grace. Her needs are anticipated and met without fanfare, enabling her to remain blithely unaware of the efforts made on her behalf. Her complaints are few, voiced loudly so as to ensure unanimous awareness of her opinions. She accepts the love and respect she receives, and returns it quietly, with trust and affection. Attila, Mist and I live in harmony, within our means, according to our principles.
It is sunny. The “poufy” clouds look like they might shed some tears before the day is through. Sunshine and rain are the cornerstones of life and growth. I like the sunny days better, but am always glad of rain when things are getting dry.
Wedding plans, parties and family events consume Terra’s time. She is in her element, even though over the telephone she sounds a little weary. The grandbabies sound delightful over the speakerphone, and Luna has all her ducks in row as she manages her businesses and her family.
The pottery studio is taking shape, moving further along every day, little by little. The NIOSH approved masks arrived today by courier, so I will soon begin preparing the kiln wash. The afternoon was spent working on a sculpted piece, called “Love Floats”. It will be interesting to see if I can maintain my intentions for the piece, through to completion. At present I am approaching creation with rudimentary skills, raw passion and a technically alert mind. The results should be satisfying, if nothing else.
Attila works with wood. Attila works with his hands. Wood is not kind to hands. I gave Attila a pair of framer’s gloves last Christmas, gloves with two fingers “missing”. He has worn them out, completely. Yesterday I ordered several more pairs for him, over the telephone. This morning a cheerful fellow delivered the gloves along with the NIOSH approved masks. Attila arrived home for lunch and a pleasant surprise. The old gloves went directly into the garbage can, and the new gloves directly onto Attila’s hands. He is all set for another six months.
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It's a cat's life!
By the Easy Chair
Mastering Cone 6 Glazes
by John Hesselberth & Ron Roy
"On one level, we seek to corral our children's autonomy and creativity for the same reasons we corral our own: it isn't practical, realistic, or safe. Subtly or not-so-subtly, we try to steer them toward practicality, safety, good manners and good morals."
from The Ascent of Humanity
by Charles Eisenstein
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