The Prodigal Son
It was nice to work in a real pottery for the past couple of days. Clay floors, room to put things, doors open, people wandering in all day to ask all the stupid questions. Like is the wood furnace the kiln,?Have you seen Ghost? Do you do this all day long? Did any of the family find real work in a real career?Is that the same dog I saw here in 1984? Can I try working on the wheel? The answer to the questions when you're tired and over heated is "No!" Just say "no" to everything.
My Uncle Jimmie loved talking to the people and we remind ourselves of him and how generations have come to talk to the old guy in the pottery. Strange to think that for the past couple of days the old guy was me. Life comes full circle.
Now ask me about those bags of water with pennies in them hanging at the door way!