Next time
Next kiln, next year, next almost everything!
I think I was born an eternal optimist. Surely that has been
what has kept me soiling my pants. It
was all supposed to get easier with age. I got no one to blame. I am a stubborn little
bastard that has put meaningfulness of life ahead of good fortune. Like the
farmer I always think next year will be provide a better crop, and I will at
last be rewarded for my efforts. Next year, next kiln, next this and that ,
next life. It’ll all be better next time. Success is not nearly as interesting
as meaningfulness although I haven’t had a taste of the former. But for the mean time being I am glad to be me
and live this life with it’s many rewards. Cassara fired the salt kiln at Sheridan
College with a few of my pots in it. Fingers, toes legs, and t’s crossed that
there is one in there that takes my breath away. Cassara can now fire all my pots. I got a few killers. These pics don’t
do justice.
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