le canard pitcher

(pitcher by Gary Rith--yes, it does pour through the beak!)

SO! Halloween. We have had one or two kids in the last two years. The little monsters better behave and leave my Obama signs intact. Maybe I should move them for the night. My wife usually puts on her leather miniskirt and fishnet stockings and acts the saucy tart that she is at heart, but this year I think she is going goth rather than saucy. Skulls, skeletons, something like that. I will be hiding somewhere, too scared to emerge from my lair.

In other news, I have heard back, oh yes I have, from the two sisters I wrote about below in Romy and Micelle, and they have made comments. Is it embarrassing when people you actually know read your blog? Let's spill a bean or two and admit that if you see cutting remarks and jokes at my expense from either an Elizabeth or a Wendy, that would be the 2 sisters. As I said below, I was friends with Elizabeth from about the age of 12 to around 22 when we lost track of each other, and Elizabeth, of course, was a knockout with a genius IQ with a super cute little sister a year younger, Wendy, and here we all are in our 40s. My wife, as these two girls would have agreed, is lucky she didn't meet me until I was 26, because as Beck said about teenage boys "I'm a loser baby...". Teenage boys are a life form lower than pond scum. We have a lot of growing up to do, and you just hope nobody remembers what you were like at 15. Wendy and Elizabeth remember what I was like at 15.

In far more important news, I had a call from the kiln parts people that my kiln parts are, of course, delayed. It will be nearly a month soon since my kiln worked, and just about all of its innards have been repaired by me (SIGH!!!!!!!!!!) SO, I go to Cornell's studios and work these days (lunch with my wife the saucy tart today!), and below and above are some recent pieces. The ducky pitcher looks most superb, and my pal in California Cheri with the duck loving daughter should take a close look....