Oh, Who Knows?

Yet again there are no pictures. I forgot to take my camera to the studio yesterday and when I asked Dave to take a cell phone pic of a skullie mug I was trading to another artist, we found out later that his cell phone has gone haywire and didn't save the image.

We are fated to use our words, I guess.

We spent yesterday at the studio. Dave had a class and taught lots of glazing to his wide-eyed students. I also glazed, working on mugs. I'm working on mugs to complete my 2012 100 Mug Challenge (self-imposed) and it's drawing to a close. I'm glad about that, even though I'm enjoying making the skullie mugs.

Books Books Books

On Friday, we had our first book club meeting for the studio book club. We read Pearl S. Buck's The Good Earth. I'm glad to've read it, even though it was not the most amazing writing I've ever read. I think as a piece of historical fiction, it does have some value. And of course I'm always glad to read women authors.

We've been talking amongst ourselves, a few of us, about the next book and I suggested that we read a Kurt Vonnegut novel. Someone suggested The Sirens of Titan and it was enthusiastically greeted. (Now we only have to convince the other members of the book group.)

I also got my Amazon order a few days ago. Tore through the grizzly bear book, Mark of the Grizzly by Daniel McMillion, then made the mistake of looking online at a few seconds of a man being attacked by a grizzly bear. (The man jumped into the bear's cage at a zoo and the bear, annoyed at having his territory invaded, decided to teach him a lesson by biting his arms and back. It was awful of course, but also it seemed very clear (from having read about grizzly bear attacks) that it was only a very gentle lesson since the bear didn't attack him the way he would've attacked a true threat, by going for the face. Which, I just can't even. Don't google grizzly bear videos, let me tell you.)

The next day I read Rosina Harrison's book My Life in Service to Lady Astor and learned that the rich are different from you and me, they are truly heinous even at their best. Rose Harrison was devoted to her master, but it is clear from reading between the lines that the master was little deserving of that devotion.

Now I've started on 1491 and I suspect it will slow me down considerably as it's a brick of a book, dense with information. I'm learning something from every sentence; it's relentless that way.

What's next? Perhaps The Iron Heel, Jack London's novel, said to be the first dystopian novel ever written--or maybe its first cousin We by Yevgeny Zamyatin. The Brain offers up dystopian novels, but I'm not sure I can take it. We'll see how we do with the Vonnegut, I guess. Maybe we'll stick to non-fiction, always the easier route (the way I do it anyway).

Cats Cats Cats

The cats had their rabies vaccinations yesterday. I hate getting them shot up, but it's probably for the best.

Garden!

It was supposed to freeze last night, so we came home from the studio and went out and tucked in our little darlings by flashlight. A sheet over the little lettuce sprouts and the broccoli and kale. Boxes over the leeks, cilantro, radish sprouts, and herbs. I know, I know. Very little should be in the ground at this time of year, but at least we've continued to resist the siren song of the tomato bedding plants. First week of May say all the guidebooks, but what's the fun in that?