Saturday, August 3, 2013
Saturday -day -day
It's been a busy-ish Saturday. We got up early today to hit the farmers market where we spent about $175. That is not a typo. We actually bought about $105 worth of artsy and/or craftsy stuff, $35 worth of cheese, pastry, honey and bread, and the rest vegetables and fruits. We came home with several pounds of decent peaches, shishito peppers, lots of little tomatoes, chard, Armenian cucumbers, and a watermelon.
Despite dropping a chunk of change on good things to eat, after leaving the market we stopped at Lotaburger for breakfast burritos and sodas. Then a few hours later Dave wanted Thai food so we went to Thai vegan and demolished an order of spicy noodles and something called "P.E.T" (pumpkin, eggplant, and tofu) with rice. The aftermath:
Oh! And here was a picture I found lurking on my phone:
That is me in the dentist's chair. A few days after getting home, I had to go see the dentist for what I thought might be a cavity or a cracked molar. Nope. Turns out that I had accidentally on purpose forgotten to take my mouth guard with me to Deming and, what with all the teeth grinding I do in my sleep, I had bruised the tissue around the root of a couple of my molars. That is dedication to the teeth grinding craft, let me tell you. The dentist took an x-ray to double check, gave me the usual warning about wearing my night guard, and sent me on my way.
And, oh! Today I went back to the studio for the first time since I've been back. I didn't get but about fifteen minutes of work done in the four hours I was there because I had to pay my rent, chat with the studio owner (who, upon hearing that we are soon to visit Chicago, told us about a visit there during which he got into a taxi that he swears was driven by John Wayne Gacy), was babbled at by a man who can't stop the babbling ever for any reason (but I still like him anyway, go figure), talked with my buddy Lynn about her recent trip to Spain, caught up on the studio gossip, and took this picture:
That is a note left by one of the artists at the studio. It says, "Thick satin glazes. Please fire mid-kiln where the angels dance." Artists!
And this is the receipt for our sales from the recent studio sale. Every penny we earned went straight onto our deposit for firings and clay. Must make more!!
The winter sale will be more profitable, but I'm not going to complain about a two-day, mid-summer sale that cleared out a bit our stuff!
Despite dropping a chunk of change on good things to eat, after leaving the market we stopped at Lotaburger for breakfast burritos and sodas. Then a few hours later Dave wanted Thai food so we went to Thai vegan and demolished an order of spicy noodles and something called "P.E.T" (pumpkin, eggplant, and tofu) with rice. The aftermath:
Oh! And here was a picture I found lurking on my phone:
That is me in the dentist's chair. A few days after getting home, I had to go see the dentist for what I thought might be a cavity or a cracked molar. Nope. Turns out that I had accidentally on purpose forgotten to take my mouth guard with me to Deming and, what with all the teeth grinding I do in my sleep, I had bruised the tissue around the root of a couple of my molars. That is dedication to the teeth grinding craft, let me tell you. The dentist took an x-ray to double check, gave me the usual warning about wearing my night guard, and sent me on my way.
And, oh! Today I went back to the studio for the first time since I've been back. I didn't get but about fifteen minutes of work done in the four hours I was there because I had to pay my rent, chat with the studio owner (who, upon hearing that we are soon to visit Chicago, told us about a visit there during which he got into a taxi that he swears was driven by John Wayne Gacy), was babbled at by a man who can't stop the babbling ever for any reason (but I still like him anyway, go figure), talked with my buddy Lynn about her recent trip to Spain, caught up on the studio gossip, and took this picture:
That is a note left by one of the artists at the studio. It says, "Thick satin glazes. Please fire mid-kiln where the angels dance." Artists!
And this is the receipt for our sales from the recent studio sale. Every penny we earned went straight onto our deposit for firings and clay. Must make more!!
The winter sale will be more profitable, but I'm not going to complain about a two-day, mid-summer sale that cleared out a bit our stuff!
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