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While I were out
Feb. 28th, 2022 08:39 amSeems like forever since I posted anything. Sick first, then unmotivated. But I have time to fill this morning, before I head down to Club Mud, so I thought I'd catch up.
Denise did test positive for COVID. Because of her arthritis (meds are immunosuppresant), she got the monoclonal antibodies, and recovered fairly quickly. I... didn't. Oh, the fever broke fast, but the cough and sinuses dragged on. Ten days out, and still feeling crummy, we had to cancel our outing to hear Richard Thompson at the Shedd. At two weeks, I video'd my doctor, who suggested I'd collected an opportunistic secondary infection, probably bacterial bronchitis. Five days of antibiotic cleared it up nicely. She also asked if I'd ever seen an eye/ears/nose specialist about my chronic sinus problems; it's possible, after sixty years of mouth-breathing, that I'll finally get that addressed.
First week sick, it was all I could do to sit up and read; after that, I started getting bored. So I took advantage of a rare sunny day to empty and restock the van for Saturday Market, still a month out, even doing a proper inventory.
Got it all together, with the correct display furnishings, then had to go back and unpack because someone saw the owl casserole on Instagram and wanted to buy it.
I then headed for the studio, to start throwing for my next firing. Wasn't feeling terribly efficient, so rather than doing production throwing of bowls or mugs, I decided to tackle the fiddly detail-oriented bits: Incense dragons, and frog, elephant and brontosaur banks.
I then tackled some orders: more Great Harvest mugs, and some really enormous batter bowls.
It wasn't all work, though. I took time out to appreciate the occasional rainbow, and to celebrate Twosday (2/22/22) with a 2nafish casserole.
I wrapped up this weekend delivering the last of the special orders, making forty tall mugs, plus an all-shop clean-up at Club Mud, and Synod meeting at the Newman Center (it's... barely possible? that Pope Francis will listen to us for once? Not holding my breath, but it was nice to speak freely and find out my fellow parishioners are on the same page). Today, I finally get started on the kiln repairs I'd planned on last Monday.
Denise did test positive for COVID. Because of her arthritis (meds are immunosuppresant), she got the monoclonal antibodies, and recovered fairly quickly. I... didn't. Oh, the fever broke fast, but the cough and sinuses dragged on. Ten days out, and still feeling crummy, we had to cancel our outing to hear Richard Thompson at the Shedd. At two weeks, I video'd my doctor, who suggested I'd collected an opportunistic secondary infection, probably bacterial bronchitis. Five days of antibiotic cleared it up nicely. She also asked if I'd ever seen an eye/ears/nose specialist about my chronic sinus problems; it's possible, after sixty years of mouth-breathing, that I'll finally get that addressed.
First week sick, it was all I could do to sit up and read; after that, I started getting bored. So I took advantage of a rare sunny day to empty and restock the van for Saturday Market, still a month out, even doing a proper inventory.
Got it all together, with the correct display furnishings, then had to go back and unpack because someone saw the owl casserole on Instagram and wanted to buy it.
I then headed for the studio, to start throwing for my next firing. Wasn't feeling terribly efficient, so rather than doing production throwing of bowls or mugs, I decided to tackle the fiddly detail-oriented bits: Incense dragons, and frog, elephant and brontosaur banks.
I then tackled some orders: more Great Harvest mugs, and some really enormous batter bowls.
It wasn't all work, though. I took time out to appreciate the occasional rainbow, and to celebrate Twosday (2/22/22) with a 2nafish casserole.
I wrapped up this weekend delivering the last of the special orders, making forty tall mugs, plus an all-shop clean-up at Club Mud, and Synod meeting at the Newman Center (it's... barely possible? that Pope Francis will listen to us for once? Not holding my breath, but it was nice to speak freely and find out my fellow parishioners are on the same page). Today, I finally get started on the kiln repairs I'd planned on last Monday.