Quiet company

Today I unloaded my first gas firing since early spring when the COVID nighmare happened. I have ignored my gas kiln in favour of the woodie. Royalty of the firing process had suduced me. It will be the first winter in 4 years that I have spent it at home in my studio in my own quiet company. I am beginning to wonder whether I will get to see my two kids that I love more than gold and my grandchildren that are the apples of my eye. I am quite used to spending Christmas Day alone. I have a Newcastle Brown Ale with my bacon and eggs in the morning and toast my Dad who was my best friend and whom I miss some 42 years later. I usually have a good book to read and indulge in an afternoon nap. Supper will be some kind of extravaganza with lobster, good wine, flowers and a night cap of a top shelf bourbon. Anonymous will be over this post like a fat kid on a jelly bean. The fact that I don't feel guilty for all my blessings. To dwell for a few moments on the beauty and pleasures of our lives is not tanamount to ignoring all the sad and bad things. I'm actually excited about making some new work. Whenever I need good conversation I talk to myself and almost never disagree. Going to spend sometime next week with Clay Dawg Emma Smith firing her new tube kiln that I think is being Christaned 'Bob". We're going to give Bob- Hell. I'm very excited to hang with these young movers and shakers in the clay world. The clay world is in good hands when I fold the towel,sit in a chair, grunt, groan, point and eventually fall asleep before 11 is down. Keep your flame alive my brothers and sisters of clay. T