Yesterday was another long day as we made the decision to keep pushing through and get the kiln loaded (feel the burn....).
Today I am feeling that push with some tightness in my back and right shoulder ( work with me- feel the burn).
Remember how you could get up and push all day and then get up and do it again?
Yea, me too.
Now I am thinking- this pottery making is not for sissies.
Mark is out there firing, just a little windy, but I think we will made it through.
Yesterday while we were loading-no wind. Isn't that just the way things go?
And I am out of black ink again.... just a few more pages to print and the black is out.
Oh, I pushed it past its limits and now it wants to look like ghost writing.
you know the story - one more page you think as you ignore the low ink warring.
Just one more page you think as you ignore the NO ink warning.
And then you look at a page and think- darn you!
You 20 minutes away to the ink store and 20 minutes back- Just darn you for not having bought two inks last time you were there.
Oh, well I have until Tuesday next week.
I will come up with a reason to '"go to town" soon.
Maybe I best check the beer situation in the house.
It use to be the main reason to go to town was we were either out of beer or cat food.
No cats any more.... the beer took over.
Here is a picture of one of the brother cats- Pudge was his name because he loved to eat.
His best moments were standing guard over the food bowl.
He would take on any stray cat, opossum or raccoon just to keep them away from his bowl.
Which is why I don't have a picture of him- but you can just imagine a tad bigger and a white dot out in the fields.He was the mighty hunter.
Rover lived to be 13 Pudge made it to 15 and our female cat of no relation to the boys made it to 22.
What were we talking about - long day like I say.
Let's go check the beer...