Sunday, November 20, 2016

The Farmer's Daughter


The farmer’s daughter is waiting for the salesman to take her into town The lifer is waiting for a prison break.  Everybody is waiting for something. Potters are waiting to be discovered and made famous. 
It’s Sunday afternoon and I had my 3 grand daughters, my son and daughter and daughter in law here at the Cactus Lounge for a slumber party. I’m friggin’ exhausted from the little people. Christmas ornaments made in the workshop and drawing lessons with the kids after dinner. The ornaments are to give to their friends and teachers. Hey what do expect at Grandpa’s house- party games? I was up making their breakfast at 6:30- french toast, sausages, fruit. I know, I know bad Grandpa!
Me, I’m waiting for The Cactus Lounge Flame Throwers to arrive this Friday for a firing in the big bourry box.  I got to get some nice work made for the firing. What has happened to my fall? Where has the time gone? Where is the work I was supposed to make?




There is a storm threatening which has me all excited about sparking up my man machine. Yet another diversion from making that nice work.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Wonderful....... Merry Christmas!!

Unknown said...

Wonderful....... Merry Christmas!!

Earl and Vickie said...

You will never regret time spent with grandchildren. They may wear you out but what a great time creating memories for them.

Sandra Upfield said...

Enjoy your Grandchildren they grow up too fast. They must love being there.

Sandra Upfield said...

Enjoy your Grandchildren they grow up too fast. They must love being there.