Going crazy making pottery lately. Learned some new techniques while I was in Oklahoma working with a potter a few weeks ago. Incising and burnishing are my newest passions. Will be taking a long weekend trip to Northern California — where I grew up — mid-September with an old friend. Really looking forward to the beauty of the area, and reconnecting with my friend. Hoping that the smoke from the fires in the area might have dissipated by then.
Lots of decision-making going on lately for me. Stay in this house or move to another…… have the fibroids blasted (most likely hacked) out of my body or stay with the acupuncture/herbal treatments…. reconnect with the person who wanted to become my ___k buddy or remain celibate for the duration…. continue to write here in this arena or change to another….. find a web page designer whose work I like and can afford or do it myself….. boxers or briefs — hey wait! That’s not my line.
Many thanks to those who have pulled me through that bizarre period after returning from Oklahoma. It took more than three weeks to return to near normal (whatever that is), and then I still don’t recognize my weird-a__ behavior sometimes. I’m a bit edgy, a bit annoyable even though I smile. My usual energy usurpers have all but disappeared lately. I’m glad of that.
Wrote to a potter in Oklahoma who is an emeritus professor from a university and an expert in the field of onggi pottery — you know the big pots made for kim chee and soy sauce, etc. The ones that have to last for years and years while the contents cure. May even consider going to the international conference in Korea next year!
I’m totally loving incising the pots, as well as shining them with my hands. Took five in to be fired last week, and will have another 5… maybe 6 for this week. Experimenting with shape now. I’ll add a photo now and again (I know, promises, promises).
For those of you who still are wondering, I have put behind me the thoughts of writing about my experiences over the past year and a half. Each time I brought things to mind, I’d end up morose and frozen. Can’t afford to do that right now. I’m on a roll.
Heard today that Corti Bros., our local best grocery store with a smashing wine department and a fantastic deli as well as meats and every kinda cookie you might dream about as well as fresh breads, exotic beers, ice creams from Italy, row upon row of assorted pastas (some of the shapes I have never seen anywhere else!), you know the things you can’t find anywhere else in town…… ahem….. is closing its doors forever. They promise a reopening at another location, but if history has anything to do with it (they once had three stores all strategically placed in the south, east and north parts of town) they won’t be back. There’s some sort of story that Raley’s (the Teal family–or is it Teel?) has leased the property to put in yet another of their ventures, this one being something similar to the Corti store that is there now. Corti is the family name of the Sacramento family who brought such a wonderful store to us.
And David Berkley, who used to be their wine guy now has his own store in a posh shopping center called Pavilions here in Sacramento. He goes on while Corti slips off the map. Where else will I be able to get St. Andre cheese, a couple of veggie samosas, makeson stout, home made ravioli, fresh feta, a bottle of Legends Petit Sirah, two exquisite filets mignon, a light bulb, a loaf of fresh wheat bread, a box of waffle cookies, an heirloom tomato, and a selection of olives that rivals a market in Italy?
I forgot to mention the egg salad sandwiches that are a perfect flavor and should be served with a fork because they are overfilled. (I never use a fork– always my fingers!)
Ok. Time to take another turn toward the pottery shack…. I mean the clay house……oops. The Studio
I have been waking up at night dreaming of incising that new pot I made last night. Bizarre-city.
Thanks to JD for the encouragement. Your fly’s open~!
Later………….. when I’ll talk of an intuitive reader to beat them all.
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