A third of a century

Saturday marked our thirty-third wedding anniversary. A third of a century (two-thirds to go). We must have had something amazingly special planned, right?

Yeah, we just went to Saturday Market.

But at least we treated ourselves to lunch from the food court. She had a green salad with teriyaki tofu from Nice Rice, while I indulged in fish and chips from the Blazing Chef.

Had a very good day at Market--sunny and dry, good sales, some long-time customers stopped in. Saw a fun t-shirt: Fictional Character, that now I want to get for lydamorehouse. And sometime next week, when we've caught up with all our nonsense, we'll designate a day for a real celebration. Maybe go down to the coast for the day.

Juried in

This past week was just one complication after another. I'd already planned for a glaze firing before my June show in Roseburg. As it turns out, the only available dates were the first week of June. Which means I worked right through Memorial Day weekend. In addition, I got a last-minute, time-sensitive order from my gallery in Olympia, so couldn't even take a day off to celebrate our anniversary.

On top of this, I wasn't even sure I was in the Roseburg show. Didn't remember getting the email, didn't find the booth fee payment recorded in my ledger. I was getting show updates from them, but they were general-purpose email blasts. What the heck?

I finally called down on Tuesday morning, after leaving a slightly panicked phone message Memorial Day. Turned out I had gotten my acceptance--last December. And paid my booth fee, by check, recorded on last year's ledger. Which I hadn't opened since I finished my taxes in March.

Sometimes I'm too organized.

Meanwhile, Denise got called up for jury duty on Wednesday, and against all expectation, found herself seated on the jury for a criminal trial. It's gone two days so far, Thursday and Friday, and will reconvene on Tuesday. Since she can't easily make the walk from the parking structure to the courthouse, I've been dropping her off on my way to Club Mud, picking her up when she calls to say they're done. So naturally, the day they adjourn early is the day my cell phone ran out of charge and shut down. Fortunately, someone picked up at Club Mud, as the room I glaze in is at the far end of the studio from the land line.

But everything got done, even the sixty tall mugs. Did not get it all in the kiln, however, and I'm wondering if I can push out a second firing with the leftovers before the end of the month.

Just an observation

I'm pretty sure that case won't hold water.

Hold still for your mug shot.

Swamped

Marsh madness!

Was recently commissioned to bring back my Marsh Wren pattern, whilst also getting a request for an updated version of my Great Blue Heron. They seem made for each other.