Some Potential

This is one of the dark clay pots with white slip and glazes. It has some potential, I think, this idea.



I did go by the studio yesterday and I got absolutely nothing done. I talked with one of the guys who works there and my aunt stopped by to put some of her mugs out to bisque. After a while, Dave texted to say he was getting out of work early and so I went to pick him up. We had dinner at Thai Vegan and came home.

Ugh, what a boring litany of days.

Years ago, when I was in love with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, I had a book that was his diary with a few annotations to explain who people were. I expected that it was going to be an exciting read, but it was tedious. Tedious. Tedious. It was things like, "traveled by carriage, rain, dinner at Salzberg" over at over, day in and day out. The tedium of days, even those of a genius.

I am not a genius, but I share that with genius, I guess. The tedium of most days. It hasn't felt like winter until recently. It's not the temperature, either (it was almost 60 degrees yesterday), but some sameness of days.