Working hooky

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I wasn't at Saturday Market yesterday. And it's bugging me.

I've never been one to blow off responsibility. I answer phone messages, I hit deadlines, I never once cut class in either college or graduate school. If I'm in town, and it's not November (our month off), I'm at Saturday Market.

Except I'm kinda overbooked, right now. As I mentioned last post, I'm preparing for a couple of shows, doing publicity materials for a couple more. I'm locked into a firing schedule at my pottery co-op, and really needed Saturday to glaze pots.

But we had a plan... We'd set-up Market as usual Saturday morning, then Denise would mind the booth, and I'd bus over to Club Mud to spend some time glazing. In the afternoon, I'd bus back, we'd take down at 5 and go home together.

And then, on Friday night at supper, I asked Denise, So, we're going to do Market tomorrow?

With the most forlorn expression you've ever seen, she said Do we gotta?

Reader, I just couldn't.

And you know what? It was a really good choice.

I left home a little after 7 am, as usual, arrived at the studio fresh and ready to paint at 7:30. I worked more-or-less straight through 'til 5:30. Came home actually not too tired, had supper and a quiet evening.

As opposed to going to Market first, hauling boxes and booth parts and setting everything up, then getting to the studio at 9:30 already sorta tired. Working 'til 4, catching the bus again, and putting everything back in the van when Market closed at 5. Stumble in the door at quarter past 6, have supper and fall into bed.

So, an extra three-and-a-half hours work time and energy to use it well. I got so many pots glazed. And meanwhile, Denise pulled paper in the back yard.

ETA: I talked to some of the potters who were at Market Saturday, and I guess we didn't miss anything special. 11 am football game makes for long, slow afternoons.