The View From Kalamazoo

Waiting on an Ebay auction to pay way too much for a costume – Emma insisted that she be Glinda. My sewing machine is currently out of order so a sucker I be. The good news is it’s likely to be a tad large so we can wear the darn thing again. The hidden value in undersized children – they can wear the same clothes for flipping ever.

My days have been more of the same. Last two weeks: bad about the gym; have had to take time off for sick children; endlessly behind on every project I intended to start and finish both at home and at work.
Becoming resigned to my fate. All hope lost. Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

Ceramics class still darn enjoyable: beating on clay twice a week = cheap therepy. Another Raku firing last night. Finished a covered cassarole (coil build) and an f-ing enormous vase (slab build) last night despite my kill-me-now sinus headache. [I love this time of year] Waiting on a pot I slip-decorated to appear on the shelves of the kiln room – curious to see how bright the 2% cobalt really is. The celedon I’ll throw over it will calm it down a bit. Zippety. I’ll go in and work while Em’s in class Saturday – if the cassarole hasn’t been fired I may muck about with the slip with that one, too. Probably iron – I’ll use whatever % happens to be mixed at the time. More slab building next week, then on to the wheel. Woo Hoo! It’s been a good decade-and-a-half since I’ve thrown, but I imagine it’ll all come back. Like riding a bicycle, all that malarkey. I’ve only done two outside projects so far (and one pretty small – only like 120 units or so) so I can use the majority of my 4500 kiln units on wheel thrown pieces. I have considered goofing with a slab build teapot, however. My hands have been miserable dry – I can’t wait for the added joy of cold weather and chapping. (Oh well – maybe I’ll get a romantic tub of Eucerin for Sweetest Day and I’ll carry it everywhere like I do my inhaler. Oh, the sexiness of me.)

My Palm IIIi finally kicked the bucket and I have adopted Bri‘s old Pocket PC – but how the hell to get the data from my last sync to the “new” one…there’s the rub. (and, yea, what hope may come?) What a screaming nightmare – and I dont even want to discuss the meetings and appointments I’ve been late (or darn near) for because my little electronic brain went cold and dark.