You changed last month. A new hairstyle, in a way, and I didn't recognize you or understand you anymore. As an obsessive-compulsive blogger, I just don't have energy for another time suck. I mean, every time I turned around, 26 emails???? I liked catching up with old friends, but other than that, you seemed slow and plodding and less fun than blogging. Besides, I never sold anything thanks to facebook.
I want a trial seperation sweetie. I still want to be friends, but I need my space.
(HAR! Don't need that either!)
Back here on earth, Oi the dreams!
I dreamt that the big pot below was being fired at Cornell by other people and it broke into a million pieces. I was somewhat bummed. I need to go, as my instructors always said, and MAKE MORE. Then I dreamed that, and this goes back to 6th grade, when I was 11 or 12, the girl I liked? Laura? Who could spit further than all the boys? I dreamt we finally got together. There was something nagging at the back of my mind, that my little 12 year old self wasn't really single, and therefore I shouldn't share any of my cookies with her (that was the extent of this relationship in the dream, much as it had been 30 years ago: sharing some of my cookies). I woke up, of course, and realized that I only share cookies with my wife, duh! Hmm, wonder if Laura is on facebook..................
When I was a boy I just loved girls (later? I went to a college with more than double the number of girls to boys, and many of the other boys were interested only in other boys, sooo...). Lovedlovedloved. I was friends with so many wonderful girls, and many of you remember that through facebook I have found many of my old girl pals, some of whom read this and would be like "LAURA! You would share cookies with her, and you never shared your cookies with ME!".
In pottery news, below is the super big pot I finished yesterday. I am so pleased. Gotta make more and bigger. AND my glaze experiments have turned up a winner in the bottom pic, a nice dark forest green colored glaze.
A big pot with some of its little friends.
(pottery by Gary Rith)