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Firing o'clock
Nov. 6th, 2017 06:29 amSix am. I'm sitting in the kiln room, eating my breakfast yogurt and struggling through another chapter in a book on porcelain that's due back to the library Wednesday. Waiting for the first cone to drop, so I can begin my list of things to do for the day.
One of them--clean and mop the kiln room--has already gone by the wayside. Tea has taken possession of the space and spread out his glazing--rows of identical bowls--mere minutes after I closed the kiln yesterday. In the other room, Nicole is bundled in her sleeping bag, asleep on the table. She was still loading the outdoor kiln last night when I came in to light mine, started firing sometime in the wee hours and is firing straight through. She has a show in Seattle this weekend, leaves Thursday, so can't even spare half a night to sleep in her own bed. She was drying pots on Saturday as I finished glazing, loading a bisque that she unloaded yesterday, glazing pots and taking them directly out to the kiln.
I remember being that young, once.
Not that I'm not just as busy. Glaze to mix, cleaning and organizing. I brought my computer down today, to work on my holiday sales postcard. And tools and bats and fifty pounds of clay to throw into plates for my next firing.
Right now, though, I'm sitting quiet, waiting for cone 08 to begin my new day.
One of them--clean and mop the kiln room--has already gone by the wayside. Tea has taken possession of the space and spread out his glazing--rows of identical bowls--mere minutes after I closed the kiln yesterday. In the other room, Nicole is bundled in her sleeping bag, asleep on the table. She was still loading the outdoor kiln last night when I came in to light mine, started firing sometime in the wee hours and is firing straight through. She has a show in Seattle this weekend, leaves Thursday, so can't even spare half a night to sleep in her own bed. She was drying pots on Saturday as I finished glazing, loading a bisque that she unloaded yesterday, glazing pots and taking them directly out to the kiln.
I remember being that young, once.
Not that I'm not just as busy. Glaze to mix, cleaning and organizing. I brought my computer down today, to work on my holiday sales postcard. And tools and bats and fifty pounds of clay to throw into plates for my next firing.
Right now, though, I'm sitting quiet, waiting for cone 08 to begin my new day.