Back to school

Labour Day always has me anxious to go back to school. I guess mostly I have spent most of my life in school. High school, college, university, high school teacher, college teacher, university teacher- teaching has occupied most of my life.

Last night I should have laid awake thinking with anticipation of my class and how I would step from behind the curtains and make my entrance into their lives. It was always a nervous energy that was a drug like rush. I have always said that teaching is a performance art. 

My family is split on the back to school during Covid situation. Jay and Denise are keeping Olivia and Abby home. They are able to as Grandma lives with them and they are both at home for now. Robin is taking Julia to school. She is solo and Julia doesn't have a sibling to be social with. It's different for all folks. 

I've been making pots not at the rate I used to. I have a half packed wood kiln that I can't remember what I put in there. I keep making and of course I always like what I just made over what i made before.

An long time friend was working with me today and Dawn said "I'm so used to liking smooth pots and then i look at yours and want one but don't understand why?" I replied " The entire world is not my audience. Then tongue in cheek I said "Only the ones with exquisite taste will love my pots!" 

Here is a line up of handles I need to fire pretty soon.

On the one jug you can see where I scratched the pot with my dog comb to attach the handle. There was a day when I would have smoothed the scratches over.  Not today- it is all part of the process. ( I can hear Vicki Hamilton now- Process is your middle name.) I'm sure many think I should go back to school to learn some rules.